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White Plains is the county seat and commercial hub of Westchester, an affluent suburban county just north of NYC. With over 60,000 residents, the city has experienced strong population growth, massive reinvestment and revitalization. This subreddit exists for all those who live, learn, work, play or are just interested this great city called White Plains, NY!
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2023.03.29 03:18 PokingDogSnouts My "girlfriend" of one year has been in Turkey the past four months. Every single day of those four months, she has fed me the mistaken impression she was divorcing from an old marriage of years ago. It turns out she is staying.

From the month we started phone calls (February, 2022), I was assured that she never felt a drop of love for this person. He had manipulated her out of her first abusive marriage—guiding her through the divorce process. Her sole source of support through a very trying time, he also would completely disappear on her when she didn't do what he asked of her. When her first divorce was finalized, he convinced her to hop onto a plane to Turkey, and marry him immediately. The faulty reasoning he gave for such a wild and ill-advised idea (that her therapist strongly urged against, saying she needed time to heal and process the dissolution of the first marriage) was that if she were to live with him, she needed to undergo a marriage ceremony to make it permissible within their faith (Islam).
When I first heard this, I already thought that this was one of the worst decisions a person could ever make for themselves. A woman of few friends, she was going to isolate herself further in a country she did not know the language to, with a man whom she'd only met once. Making another marriage commitment, fresh out of the first failed one.
Another saddening aspect to her history is that this isn't the first time. The first husband had also, years and years prior, convinced her to move to Turkey. They came back, and she processed a green card application for this man. The same thing she's now doing for this guy.
But the second marriage also didn't work out. She was there for almost two years, and was having panic attacks all of the time. Fainting in the bathroom. Stuck there due to COVID lockdowns. She and the guy were wholly incompatible. She'd mentioned how she couldn't even be intimate with him because of how tensed up he made her feel. She'd told me she wasn't attracted to him, and that she cried at the ceremony, knowing she was making a huge mistake, but was so numb and expected to go through with it, at this point, that she did. She told me things in this vein, over and over again.
How utterly numb she was over there, unfeeling, disassociating and just doing what people expected of her. Living as a scraped-out shell of herself.
She returned home to New York in July of 2021. She'd still kept up the pretense with him, of being in a stable marriage, and continued to process his green card application, but knew even by December (according to what she told me) that she did not want to return and that she could not fathom living her life with this person.
We met in January of 2022. Not in-person, yet, but right here on Reddit. Innocuous enough, at first. I had been recovering from long-COVID, with no one in my life believing me. I was searching for both love and friends to see me through the most difficult time in my entire life. She replied to one of the friendship posts, and we bonded through a shared love for music, older music in particular.
She zeroed in on me from the start, telling me later on about how she'd sifted through all my social media and talked with her cousin, her best friend, about the kind of person I was.
The conversation moved to Discord. I was streaming a lot, then. One of the foreign friends I was talking to, said I had a voice that would go perfectly with book-reading, and that I should stream myself doing it. During a lonely end to the December of 2021, I decided to give it a try. I even did one on New Year's Eve, hoping to unite all of the lost souls, who, like me, didn't have any gatherings to attend.
In February, the streams were still going strong, and she seemed to enter every single one of them—constantly there for me, constantly wanting to not only spend her time with me, but to get my attention. And there's one incident that finally made me realize just how much she felt for me.
One late night, I told her politely that I'd be playing Minecraft with somebody else (we had been messaging daily by this point in early February). She had been engaging extensively, sending me a lot of caring advice on dealing with my symptoms, but I needed to rest myself from all the texting.
It was only two hours, but it clearly hurt her. I didn't hear from her until late the next day, when she spilled out her feelings in a message she deleted only moments later. I only caught the notification preview, but the gist of it seemed to be that she felt "disposed of", discarded, and she had cried over it.
This was a shock for me. I seriously didn't think it was that grave an error to commit (it wasn't), but nevertheless, I empathized. I, too, know fully well what it's like to be completely discarded (also see: the end of this story). I certainly didn't want someone coming out of interactions with me, feeling that way. And I resolved within myself not to hurt this person again. I was beginning to develop an affinity towards her—spurred by the obvious interest, and her qualities of both acute sensitivity, and a willingness to be open and vulnerable, something I deeply value. I wanted to become her source of comfort, too. To help her feel safe in a world that can often be cruel and insensitive. That is the decision I made for myself on that day.
Later in the month, nightly phone calls began. The first time we'd spoken through voice. Well into the nights, we talked for hours, a clear close bond beginning to form. She eventually confided that she was developing feelings for me; I said the same. One night, she brought up an obligation in Turkey, unfinished personal business that she would have to take care of, soon. I froze. It sounded like another person was involved with her. Feeling deeply uncomfortable, I told her I was going to go. She was talking around it and I assumed the worst. She told me everything. And she insisted that she had no love for this person, never desired to be with him again, and that the "business" she had there was in divorcing him.
Her family's faith complicated things. Even if she was only technically legally married (i.e., not living with him for almost a year, by that point), they would not allow her to be in a relationship while the marriage contract was still in effect. She was attempting to hide even her communications with me. This is a 32-year-old woman, by the way. Her parents had always been overbearing and controlling. She was not to talk to strangers on the internet. I witnessed her being treated like a minor half her age, numerous times over the course of our relationship.
She clearly wanted to be with me, but this got in the way of it, and a few times, we parted ways. But our link just couldn't be snuffed out—we always found a way back towards one another. In mid-March, we decided, finally, to be together. We were not boyfriend and girlfriend, but we would remain in contact, and we would acknowledge our feelings, which we previously tried to put aside (which obviously cannot work; you cannot deny feelings like these).
I did have to push for it, by then. She was clear her parents wouldn't approve. But at 32 years of age, and with a divorce that wasn't even able to be set in motion—if it was a definite eventuality, wouldn't it make sense to still live your life in the meantime? Divorces can take years to go through. Grown adults don't put possible new relationships off because of a technicality. The marriage was already over in their hearts—if it ever even existed within, and not solely on paper.
I just didn't want this to slip away. She made her interest in me very obvious, and had persisted enough for me to return her feelings. She continued to feed that previously empty part of me—the part of me that never, not once in my life, had been shown real love, by any woman. I didn't want to lose her. I have been used, and discarded multiple times, by people I'd barely ever met, but who'd kept me in a misleading cycle of hope and despair. This felt real, for once. This felt like it could be something.
The phone calls evolved into something deeper, at her instigation. She'd cutely suggested falling asleep together over Discord in late March: whispering goodnights, giggling when we were both unable to fall asleep, and greeting each other first thing in the morning. It felt like a dream, to me. I had never felt so loved, cherished, valued. She went far out of her way for me, and I was willing to do the same for her. We continued this nightly ritual throughout the entirety of our relationship—breaking it, occasionally—but for the first few months afterwards, there wasn't a night we didn't spend together.
The "I love yous" came next. I was adamant that, as much as I wanted to say it, I wanted to hold off, to tell it to her in person. She couldn't control herself, and gently said it to me one night as we were falling asleep. Our bond felt cemented. Talk of meeting increased.
If you'll notice, a pattern emerges here, where every subsequent higher step in this relationship was initiated by her. The clinginess, the admission of feelings, the phone call, the nightly ritual of sleeping on the phone, and now the "I love yous". I was overjoyed to be on the receiving end of each of these, and yes, I did fight for the relationship to stick in the first place, but in hindsight, it seems ever more crueler that she could've done all this, only to completely ditch me at the end.
We were across state lines. I was in New Jersey; she in New York. I knew of a bus that could take me to Manhattan. From there, it was just a hop, skip away to where she resided. She, once again, took the real initiative. We had originally planned to meet in the summer, perhaps at a café or library or amusement park. But she was telling me she only had to take one subway to end up at the bus I was speaking of. Early April, completely out of the blue, she sent a photo of that subway, asking if she should do it? That all I had to do was answer in the affirmative, and she would. I was in the shower, but I actually had this hunch that that was going to happen. For no reason whatsoever. There was no indication. I hadn't seen the message. I just somehow knew, and I was shivering in the shower at the thought of meeting her that day. Of course, it was too late by the time I was able to reply. However, we still met, the very next week.
We met at a large and lovely park, the only escape to nature you can truly get to in my town. She looked so lonely, staring at the stream, her backpack on. I came right up to her, and the sweetest meeting of my life ensued. We both somehow seemed cut from the same cloth. Both tall, but lanky—slimmer than most examples of our respective genders. Darker hair and eyes. And kind of a sensitive, hesitant disposition. The result of too much overexposure to the deafening hostility that can strike in this world, from all directions. We walked awhile, sat on a bench and somehow managed to hold hands to quell the shyness and nervousness that we both seemed to share (though her to a much greater extent). It was surreal. The day was a dream, but a dream that extended into most of the year.
We met again only two days later. She wasted no time in instantly coming back. We baked brownies together, and, probably too much information, but we became intimate from this day on. Once again, the bond went to another level. We were both hooked on each other: emotionally, and physically.
I don't need to go into the many months we spent together. There's simply too much to say. I met her in the city, and witnessed her father scream at her on the phone, bringing her to tears for daring to spend time in Manhattan with me. According to her, the divorce was now out in the open, and all parties involved knew of its inevitability. The husband wouldn't talk to her, so nothing could even happen. He told her to just worry about herself. But the parents weren't having it.
We met every single week up to November at least twice, barring one or two where she had a surgery take place in late April. We roamed down so many paths in my own town, and all over Manhattan. Experienced more restaurants than I'm sure I have in the past five years. Went to Coldplay at MetLife Stadium; it was also the first night she stayed over, again to her parents' ire. She would continue to stay each weekend. They were the loveliest times of my life. But her parents gave her hell every time she returned. They treated her like a complete outcast, giving her the silent treatment for days on end. A grown adult capable of making her own decisions for herself, being pressured by childish, immature parents who constantly filled her head with horrible advice about trusting nobody, keeping no friends, and adhering to a religion that I believe is an extremely harmful force in this world.
I had never felt so close to somebody before. She was as seemingly gentle as they come, and we were both extremely generous and caring to one another. Which is why the next part of this absolutely shocked me and sent my heart into a downward spiral I still struggle to soothe.
This past November, she finally left back to Turkey, the place she was formerly so miserable in, supposedly to take care of the divorce. She assured me all the processes were in motion—the search for a lawyer, setting of a court date, and the eventual date itself, somewhere in February. These were all lies. I don't know exactly what happened, but sometime in January she made the decision to remain faithful to both her religion and the marriage, yet she continued to lie to me daily about what was going on. One point of contention that came up again and again between us was the lack of phone calls from her, all of a sudden. The first few weeks, I understood it was because her dad was there, but in the months succeeding that, the situation hardly changed. I'd get hung up on out of nowhere, I'd get excuses such as depression—she even wrote a post on an alternate Reddit account asking for advice: how to assure a loving boyfriend that she's too miserable to call due to the circumstances surrounding divorce, and that it's no cause for insecurity. All while knowing that she was not divorcing... I was misled so cruelly. The web of lies is just immense, and I can't believe she was even capable of all this.
She argued with me over asking for more calls, pleading for me to understand her, and assuring me that she wasn't hiding anything. She would even randomly blurt out harsh things like...that she didn't trust me, or anyone...or that love can't always be there for you. She was slicing up my feelings and toying with my heart. Sensations that were all too familiar, from the wounds of my past. This wasn't the care a loved one is supposed to show, but out of trying my best to understand her side of it, I decided to stop asking for calls.
We went all of February and half of March without a single phone call. Not even on Valentine's Day. But I was only bottling up just how much it hurt to be so neglected. Surely two people in love both crave to hear each other's voices, more than this? She once told me my voice was like listening to the sound of the ocean through a conch shell. Comforting, yet fleeting. What was going on?
Another argument ensued, and this one led to a break-up. I realized through talking with a friend who asked about how we were doing, that I was immensely down about our only communication happening through a few daily texts. I wasn't given many updates on what was going on. She claimed in December that she was staying with the husband's family at night because he refused to fix the broken heating in her apartment. She was now staying there full-time. I tried to just trust her about it, but it looks like that was a mistake. She was isolated from any voice of sense, and only had pressure and religious guilt-tripping paving the path for her. I still don't believe she has any love for him whatsoever. He is a clumsy manipulator, who practically bragged to me on Reddit about luring her away from her first husband, while attempting to condescend to me about intelligence. Her few current Facebook posts all seem curated to highlight just how miserable she was over there the first time around, and that the same now continues. Her life is not her own, and I'm reminded of all the times she told me she was in chains. The one positive-appearing post was put up during our many days of vivid and lively exploration.
She always seemed easy to influence...often by people who never truly cared for her. I can't believe she would be duped by someone so obviously conniving that he convinced her to marry straight out of a divorce in the first place. She probably needs real help and people to look out for her...but her parents will not take up that mantle. She is, however, very conditioned to seek their advice, and treat their words almost as a decree from god, itself.
We broke up a little over a week ago. She still did not reveal the truth to me; she only acted as if I was asking for too much, all because I wanted some phone calls. She even argued, all this time, knowing she was deceiving me. And she put her all into her arguments, trying to portray herself as a decent person who held no blame. This is one of the most hurtful things anyone has ever done to me. And just like always, I'm expected to just accept it, with little explanation or apology given. She claims she wanted to live a sinless existence within her faith, but what she did so blatantly to me will never make her sinless. I poured my heart for the first time into somebody who I thought wanted to be with me for life. She'd say she'd never felt as alive, happy, and free as she was with me; that I was her favorite person. I definitely felt the same about her.
I don't even know what to think, anymore. She did claim her feelings for me were all true. In a final phone call that the husband initiated to tell me off, she said outright she'd be able to get over him, if he passed away. But that the same wouldn't happen with me. She also claimed she would never be able to truly be her own self with me, but that's not true. Happiness reveals your true identity; following your heart. But going against your inner nature, to please the whims of controlling people... that can never lead to happiness or truth, and is only ever going to slowly kill a person. I just wish I could've helped her. She never deserved such toxic people around her, but as long as she keeps choosing them, she'll have to live with the consequences of it.
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2023.03.29 03:14 TheCatholicBatman 32[M4F] NYC Man looking to preferably chat with a NYC woman to possibly meet up with IRL [Chat][Friendship][Relationship]

I'm a 32 year old New York City man looking for a woman to chat with, preferably from NYC as well.
I recently smoked pipe tobacco and some cigars in my backyard. I have a mustache again, as usual. Recently shaved my beard, grown after a clean-shaven period.
I'm interested in history, menswear, dressing up, foreign languages. I'm a classic car owner. I have a lifetime Babbel subcription. I love the smell of old comic books (And everything else about old comic books too, especially classic Batman and Spider-Man).
I'm reading many books slowly, including fiction and non-fiction. I keep my place with bookmarks. I'm going to be visiting five countries in Europe soon.
I recently watched two black and white films on Turner Classic Movies: The 400 Lashes (French fifties film about a delinquent boy) and Charlie Chaplin's Hitler satire, the Great Dictator. A few nights ago I caught the latter chunk of Thief of Bagdad. The other night I caught Sophie's Choice with Meryl Streep, There Will Be Blood, (Based on the novel Oil! by Upton Sinclair which I'm reading) and Midnight Cowboy. Last night I caught the latter half of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (With a young Maggie Smith, who played McGonagall in Harry Potter) and the 1980 Alan Parker film Fame.
Have anything you'd like to tell me or ask me? How old are you, and where are you located? Feel free to share your picture. :)
Here's a song from the film Midnight Cowboy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3hLMeu7rfY
9:14pm
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2023.03.29 03:13 BuddhistX Manhattan New York City Livestream Temples

A lot of people here don't go to the temple due to a variety of reasons. ("There are no temples near me", "I'm new, I don't know where to go", "I don't know which group is right", etc)


This post is for you.
One solution is to attend a virtual Buddhist temple with LIVESTREAM. This allows you to attend a temple somewhat near you or on the other side of the world at a time most convenient to you.
But which one, you ask?
First, I've made that easier for you by filtering out many of the wrong places. (Groups that are cults, fringe & fraudulent as well as those with known sexual & other abuses)
Second, I've provided you with a list below of authentic Buddhist temples in Manhattan NYC. Authentic refers to valid Buddhist schools and lineages. (Theravada, Mahayana) Most are led by monks/nuns which is what you want if you're a beginner. (For Zen, the groups are led by clergy/priests)
Third, if you still don't know where to go, try them all and see which one you like. It takes only a matter of clicks. They are all valid Buddhist traditions, pick one that connects to you.
Virtual Temples w/ LIVESTREAM in NYC (Manhattan Borough)


Zen Studies
https://zenstudies.org/
Tradition: Zen Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Zen Buddhist Temple
https://www.zenbuddhisttemple.org/nyc
Tradition: Zen Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Kagyu Dzamling Kunchab Buddhist Center
https://www.facebook.com/groups/kdknyc/
Tradition: Tibetan Buddhism, Vajrayana Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Ordinary Mind Zendo
https://www.ordinarymind.com/
Tradition: Zen Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


New York Buddhist Church
https://www.newyorkbuddhistchurch.org/
Tradition: Jodo Shinsu Mahayana
Livestream: Facebook Live, yes so you can attend virtually


Chan Space
https://chanspacenewyork.org/
Tradition: Chan (Zen) Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Tibet Center
https://thetibetcenter.org/
Tradition: Tibetan Buddhism, Vajrayana Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Yeshe Nyingpo Temple
https://www.dudjomtersar.org/
Tradition: Tibetan Buddhism, Vajrayana Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Nalanda Bodhi
https://nyc.nalandabodhi.org/
Tradition: Tibetan Buddhism, Vajrayana Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Jewel Heart New York
https://www.jewelheart.org/
Tradition: Tibetan Buddhism, Vajrayana Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Village Zendo
https://villagezendo.org/
Tradition: Zen Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually


Chogye International Zen Center
http://www.chogyezencenter.org/
Tradition: Seon (Zen) Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually
(May be temporarily closed)


Chogyesa Zen
http://www.nychogyesa.org/
Tradition: Seon (Zen) Mahayana
Livestream: Yes so you can attend virtually



STAY AWAY FROM:
Rissho Kosei Kai - not recommended, very watered-down teachings
Shinnyo-En - more of a new religious movement, not recommended
NKT New Kadampa - a dangerous separatist group.
Shambhala - its a well-known abusive group.
Diamond Way - watered-down teachings, cult-like, controversial.
Triratna - a non-Buddhist group appropriating Buddhism
SGI Soka Gakkai - an abusive cult
Secular "Buddhism" - a non-Buddhist group appropriating Buddhism
Won "Buddhism" - a new religious movementRigpa - controversies with the founder
True Buddha - aka living Buddha Dechan Jueren, Esoteric Hanmi, a cult
NKT New Kadampa - a dangerous separatist group.
Shambhala - a well-known abusive group.
Insight Meditation - they water down the teaching to the point that they are mostly a spa center.



Final Notes:
Virtual Livestream Temples became popular during the Covid-19 pandemic. But it is no replacement for actually going to a Buddhist temple in person. It's best if you attend a virtual temple in an area you can eventually visit. That way, you can actually have a connection with that temple's community.
Just because this list is that of authentic Buddhist schools & lineages doesn't mean your work is done. Efforts have been made to filter out all the bad/fraudsters/cults leaving you with legitimate Buddhist groups. But it's not fool-proof. You still have to assess for the following:
Once you find your "home" or a temple you like, support them by giving donations, and/or becoming an official member (giving monthly contributions) to help the temple with its work & so they can keep the lights on.
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Back to the Future (1985) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.25
Back to the Future 3-Movie (MA/4K) $12.50 (MA/HD) $7
Bad Boys 1-3 (MA/HD) $12
Bad Guys, The (2022) (MA/4K) $8.25 (MA/HD) $4.50
Bad Lieutenant (1992) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Bad Moms (2016) (MA/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Bambi (1942) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.50
Band of Brothers (2001) (iTunes/HD) $7 (GP/HD) $3.50
Bank Job, The (2008) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Basic Instinct (Unrated Director’s Cut) (1992) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Batman and Superman: Battle of the Super Sons (2022) (MA/HD) $5
Batman Returns (1992) (MA/4K) $5
Batman Year One (2011) (MA/4K) $5
Batman, The (2022) (MA/4K) $5.50 (MA/HD) $3
Batman: The Complete Series (2004) (Vudu/HD) $12.50
Batman: The Long Halloween Deluxe Edition (2022) (MA/HD) $6
Beauty and the Beast (1991) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $5 (GP/HD) $2.25
Beauty and the Beast (2017) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $3.50 (GP/HD) $2.25
Beguiled, The (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Beirut (2018) (MA/HD) $5.25
Belly (1998) (Vudu/4K) $5.25
Ben-Hur (2016) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
BFG, The (2016) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $4
Big (1988) (MA/HD) $6
Big Hero 6 (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $1.75
Big Wedding (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Billy Elliot (2000) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.25
Birth of A Nation (2016) (MA/HD) $4
Birth of the Dragon (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.25
Black Adam (2022) (MA/HD) $4.25
Black Mass (2015) (MA/HD) $2.50
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $2.50
Blacklight (2022) (MA/HD) $4.50
Bleed for This (2016) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Blood Father (2016) (Vudu/HD) $4
Bloodshot (2020) (MA/HD) $4
Blue Mountain State: The Rise of Thadland (2016) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Blues Brothers (1980) (iTunes/4K) Ports to MA $6
Blumhouse's Truth Or Dare (Unrated) (2018) (MA/HD) $4.75
Bodyguard, The (1992) (MA/HD) $5
Book Club (2018) (Vudu/HD) $2 (iTunes/4K) $1
Book of Henry (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Book of Life (2014) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Book Thief, The (2013) (MA/HD) $5.75
Boss, The (Unrated) (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.75
Bourne Collection 1-5 (MA/4K) $25 (iTunes/4K) $18 (MA/HD) $13
Bourne Identity (2002) (MA/4K) $5.50 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (MA/HD) $3
Bourne Legacy (2012) (MA/4K) $5.50 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (MA/HD) $3
Bourne Supremacy (2004) (MA/4K) $5.50 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (MA/HD) $3
Bourne Ultimatum (2007) (MA/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) $5.50 (MA/HD) $4
Boxtrolls, The (2014) (iTunes/HD) $4.75
Boy Next Door, The (2015) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.25
Boy, The (2016) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Brahms: The Boy II (2020) (iTunes/4K) $2.75
Brave (2012) (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (GP/HD) $4.50
Braven (2018) (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Breakfast Club (1985) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Breakfast Club (1985), Weird Science (2008), Sixteen Candles (1984) (MA/HD) $11
Break-Up, The (2006) (MA/HD) $3.25
Bridge of Spies (2015) (MA/HD) $5.50 (GP/HD) $4
Bridget Jones's Diary (2001) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.25
Bring It On (2000) (MA/HD) $3.25
Bring It On: Worldwide #Cheersmack (2017) (MA/HD) $3.25 (iTunes/HD) $1.25
Broken City (2013) (MA/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/SD) $1.25
Bros (2022) (MA/HD) $6.75
Buffy, the Vampire Slayer (1992) (MA/HD) $5.75
Bullet to the Head (2013) (MA/HD) $3.25
Butterfly Effect, The (2004) (MA/HD) $3.50
Buttons: A Christmas Tale (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Bye Bye Man (Unrated) (2017) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.50
Cabin in the Woods (2012) (iTunes/4K) $2.75 (Vudu/HD) $2
Cantinflas (2014) (Vudu/HD) $5
Captain America: Winter Soldier (2014) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $6 (GP/HD) $2.25
Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie (2017) (MA/HD) $3.25
Case for Christ, The (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Casper (1995) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.75
Castle Rock: Season 1 (2018) (Vudu/HD) $7.25
Cat in the Hat (2003) (MA/HD) $3.25
Catch Me If You Can (2002) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6.25
Catwoman: Hunted (2021) (MA/HD) $3.50
Central Intelligence (2016) (MA/4K) $5
Change-Up, The (2011) (Unrated) (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.75
Chappie (2015) (MA/HD) $3.75
Charlie St. Cloud (2010) (MA/HD) $3.25
Chasing Mavericks (2012) (MA/HD) $5
Chicago (2002) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Child's Play (2019) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6.50
Chronicle (2012) (MA/HD) $4.50
Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (2010) (MA/HD) $7
Cinderella (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.50 (GP/HD) $2.50
Cinderella II: Dreams Come True (2002) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
Cinderella III: A Twist in Time (2007) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
City of Lies (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.75
Clerks III (2022) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.50
Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 2 (2013) (MA/HD) $3.50 (MA/SD) $2.25
Clown (2014) (Vudu/HD) $6.50
Clueless (1995) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.25
Coal Miner's Daughter (1980) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6.25
Colombiana (Unrated) (2011) (MA/HD) $4.50
Colossal (2017) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.50
Constantine: The House of Mystery (2022) (MA/HD) $3.25
Contraband (2012) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.25
Contractor (2022) (Vudu/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Counselor, The (2013) (MA/HD) $3
Countdown (2019) (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Cowboys and Aliens (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.50
Crash (2004) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Crawl (2019) (Vudu/HD) $3 (iTunes/4K) $2
Croods (2013) & A New Age (2020) (MA/HD) $7
Croods (2013) (MA/HD) $3.50
Croods: A New Age (2020) (MA/HD) $5.25
Cult of Chucky (Unrated) (2017) (MA/HD) $3.75 (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Daddy's Home 1-2 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5
Daddy's Home 2 (2017) (Vudu/4K) $4.50 (iTunes/4K) $2 (Vudu/HD) $2.25
Dances With Wolves (1990) (Vudu/HD) $6
Daniel Craig Collection 5-Movie (Vudu/4K) $19
Dark Knight (2008) (MA/HD) $5
Dark Tower (2017) (MA/HD) $3
Darkest Minds, The (2018) (MA/HD) $4.75
Dawn of The Planet of The Apes (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4
DC League of Super-Pets (2022) (MA/HD) $5
Dead Man Down (2013) (MA/HD) $4.75
Deadpool (2016) (MA/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2
Dear Evan Hansen (2021) (MA/HD) $4.25
Death on the Nile (2022) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $3.50
Deepwater Horizon (2016) (Vudu/4K) $5 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Den of Thieves (2018) (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Dentist 1-2 Collection (1996-1998) (Vudu/HD) $6
Descent, The (2005) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Detective Knight Collection 1-3 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $13 $5.50 Each
Devil Inside (2012) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Devil's Due (2014) (MA/HD) $2.75
Diary of a Wimpy Kid (2010) (MA/HD) $4.75
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul (2017) (MA/HD) $2
Die Hard (1988) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $4
Die Hard 1-5 (MA/HD) $15
Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $2.75 (GP/HD) $2
Dog (2022) (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Don't Breathe (2016) (MA/HD) $5.50
Don't Let Go (2019) (MA/HD) $4
Don't Tell a Soul (2021) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Don't Worry Darling (2022) (MA/HD) $5.50
Doors (1991) (Vudu/4K) $4 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Dope (2015) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.75
Dora and the Lost City of Gold (2019) (Vudu/HD) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) $4.25
Downsizing (2017) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.25
Downton Abbey (2019) (MA/HD) $5.75
Downton Abbey: A New Era (2022) (MA/HD) $4.25
Dr. Seuss' The Lorax (2012) (MA/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/HD) $2.25
Draft Day (2014) (Vudu/HD) $3.25 (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Dragged Across Concrete (2019) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Dragonheart 5-Movie (MA/HD) $14
Drugstore Cowboy (1989) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Duff, The (2015) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Dumbo (2019) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $5.25 (GP/HD) $2.50
Dune (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2
Earth Girls Are Easy (1988) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Easter Sunday (2022) (MA/HD) $6.75
Edge of Seventeen (2016) (MA/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/HD) $2.25
El Chicano (2019) (MA/HD) $5
Elvis (2022) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $4.50
Emoji Movie (2017) (MA/HD) $2
Emperor's New Groove (2000) (GP/HD) $5.50
Empire Records (1995) (MA/HD) $6
Empire State (2013) (Vudu/HD) $5
End of Watch (2012) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5
Ender's Game (2013) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
English Patient (1996) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.75
Epic (2013) (MA/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/SD) $1.25
Escape from Planet Earth (2013) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Escape Plan: The Extractors (2019) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998) (MA/HD) $5.25
Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) (Vudu/4K) $7.75
Exodus: Gods and Kings (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3
Expendables 1-3 (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Extreme Prejudice (1987) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Fabelmans (2022) (MA/HD) $6.75
Fantastic Beasts Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $8.50
Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (2022) (MA/4K) $5.50 (MA/HD) $3
Fantastic Four (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.50
Fast & Furious Collection 1-8 (MA/4K) $26 1-9 (MA/HD) $10
Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $6
Father Stu (2022) (MA/HD) $5.75
Fault in Our Stars (2014) (MA/HD) $1.75
Fences (2016) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.75
Ferdinand (2017) (MA/HD) $3.50
Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6
Fifty Shades of Black (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.50
Fifty Shades of Grey 3-Movie + Unrated (MA/HD) $10
Fighter, The (2010) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Fighting with My Family (2019) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Finest Hours, The (2016) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $4
First Cow (2019) (Vudu/HD) $6.50
First Man (2018) (MA/HD) $4.25
First Reformed (2018) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Flight (2012) (Vudu/HD) $3.75 (iTunes/HD) $3
Footloose (2011) (Vudu/HD) $5 (iTunes/HD) $3.50
Founder, The (2017) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Frank & Lola (2016) (MA/HD) $4.75
Frozen (2013) (MA/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $1.75
Frozen 2 (2019) (MA/4K) $4.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $1.75
Frozen Sing-Along Edition (2014) (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $1.75
Future World (2018) (Vudu/HD) $4
G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Gambler (2014) (Vudu/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Game Night (2018) (MA/4K) $5
Gate, The (1987) (Vudu/SD) $4.50
Get Him to the Greek (Unrated) (2010) (MA/HD) $3.25
Get on Up (2014) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $4.50
Get Out (2017) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.75
Ghost In The Shell (2017) (Vudu/HD) $2 (iTunes/4K) $2.75
Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (2012) (MA/HD) $6.75
Ghostbusters (1984) (MA/HD) $3.50
Ghostbusters + Extended (2016) (MA/HD) $3
Ghostbusters II (1989) (MA/HD) $3.50
Girl In The Spider's Web (2018) (MA/HD) $4.50
Girl on the Train (2016) (iTunes/4K) $2.25 (MA/HD) $2.50
Girls Trip (2017) (MA/HD) $1.50 (iTunes/HD) $1
Glass (2019) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.50
Godfather Trilogy (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $13
Godfather, The (1972) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Gods of Egypt (2016) (Vudu/4K) $5.25 (Vudu/HD) $2 (iTunes/4K) $1.50
Godzilla (1998) (MA/4K) $8
Godzilla (2014) (MA/4K) $3
Gold (2016) (Vudu/HD) $1.75
Gone Baby Gone (2007) (Vudu/HD) $5
Gone Girl (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.75
Good Dinosaur (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $3.25
Goosebumps (2015) (MA/HD) $5.25
Grease (1978), 2 (1982), Live! (2016) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $13
Great Wall (2016) (MA/HD) $2.50
Greatest Showman (2017) (MA/HD) $2.25
Green Book (2018) (MA/4K) $7.50 (MA/HD) $5
Green Lantern: Beware My Power (2022) (MA/HD) $3.50
Green Mile, The (1999) (MA/4K) $6
Grumpy Old Men (1993) (MA/HD) $6.25
Hail, Caesar! (2016) (MA/HD) $3.75 (iTunes/HD) $2.25
Halloween Ends (2022) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.75
Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998), The Curse of Michael Myers (1995), Resurrection (2002) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $10
Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Happy Death Day (2017) (MA/HD) $5.50
Happy Death Day 2U (2019) (MA/HD) $5.25
Happy Feet (2006) (MA/HD) $4
Hard Candy (2005) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Harriet (2019) (MA/HD) $4.25
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009) (MA/HD) $3.50
Hateful Eight (2015) (Vudu/HD) $2
Haunting in Connecticut (2009) (Vudu/HD) $6.50
Heat, The (2013) (MA/HD) $2.25 (iTunes/SD) $1
Heat: Director's Definitive Edition (1995) (MA/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.25
Hell or High Water (2016) (Vudu/4K) $5.50 (Vudu/HD) $2.25 (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Hercules (1997) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
Hereditary (2018) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Home (2015) (MA/HD) $2
Home Alone (1990) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992) (MA/HD) $3.50
Hop (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.25
Hot Fuzz (2007) (MA/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/4K) $4
Hotel Transylvania (2012) (MA/HD) $6.25 (MA/SD) $2.50
Hotel Transylvania 2 (2015) (MA/HD) $6.75
Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation (2018) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $4.50
House of 1,000 Corpses (2003), Devil's Rejects (2005), 3 From Hell (2019) (Vudu/HD) $6
House of 1000 Corpses (2003) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
House of the Dragon: Season 1 (2022) (Vudu/4K) $9 (Vudu/HD) $5
How to Train Your Dragon (2010) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4
How to Train Your Dragon Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $7
How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World (2019) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $4.25
Hugo (2011) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Hunger Games Collection 1-4 (Vudu/HD) $6 (iTunes/4K) $12
Hunt, The (2019) (MA/HD) $6
Huntsman: Winter's War - Extended Edition (2016) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3
Hurricane Heist (2018) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Hurt Locker (2008) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
I Can Only Imagine (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.50
I See You (2019) (Vudu/HD) $4.50 (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Ice Age (2002) (MA/HD) $5
Ice Age: Collision Course (2016) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.25
Ice Age: Continental Drift (2012) (MA/HD) $4.50
Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (2009) (MA/HD) $5.25
Ice Age: The Meltdown (2006) (MA/HD) $6
Ides of March (2011) (MA/HD) $5.25
I'm Not There (2007) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
In the Heights (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.25
Independence Day (1996) (MA/4K) $7.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.50
Indiana Jones 1-4 (Vudu/4K) $24 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $19
Inferno (2016) (MA/HD) $3.50
Ingrid Goes West (2017) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.50
Insidious: Chapter 2 (2013) (MA/HD) $5.25
Insidious: Chapter 3 (2015) (MA/HD) $6.50
Insidious: The Last Key (2018) (MA/HD) $3.25
Instant Family (2018) (Vudu/HD) $2 (iTunes/4K) $1.50
Instructions Not Included (2013) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Insurgent (2015) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4.25 (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Internship (2013) (MA/HD) $3.25
Interview, The (2014) (MA/HD) $3.50
Into the Woods (2014) (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $2.25
Invitation, The + Unrated (2022) (MA/HD) $6.50
Iron Man (2008) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $7 (GP/HD) $3
Iron Man 1-3 (MA/4K) $20 (iTunes/4K) $15 (GP/HD) $7
Iron Man 2 (2010) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (GP/HD) $3
Iron Man 3 (2013) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $3.25 (MA/HD) $2.75 (GP/HD) $2
Iron Man and Hulk: Heroes United (2013) (MA/HD) $5.50
Isle of Dogs (2018) (MA/HD) $4.75
It Comes at Night (2017) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
It Follows (2015) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Jack and Jill (2011) (MA/HD) $3
Jack Frost (1998) (MA/HD) $5
Jack Reacher Collection 1-2 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $7
Jack Reacher: Never Go Back (2016) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit (2014) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3
Jane Got a Gun (2016) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Jaws (1975) Jaws 2 (1978) Jaws 3 (1983) Jaws: The Revenge (1987) (MA/HD) $15
Jexi (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3.50
Jigsaw (2017) (Vudu/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2
Jingle All the Way (1996) (MA/HD) $5
JOBS (2013) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
John Wick Collection 1-3 (Vudu/4K) $15 (iTunes/4K) $13 (Vudu/HD) $7
Jojo Rabbit (2019) (MA/HD) $7
Joseph: King of Dreams (2000) (MA/HD) $5.50
Jumanji: Next Level (2019) & Welcome to the Jungle (2017) (MA/HD) $7.50
Jumanji: The Next Level (2019) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $5.50
Jungle Book (2016) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $2.75
Jungle Book 2 (2003) (MA/HD) $6.50
Jurassic Park III (2001) (MA/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (MA/HD) $3.50
Jurassic Park: The Lost World (1997) (MA/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (MA/HD) $3
Jurassic World Collection 1-5 (MA/4K) $19 (iTunes/4K) $17 (MA/HD) $10
Jurassic World Collection 1-6 (MA/4K) $23 (MA/HD) $11
Jurassic World: Dominion + Extended Cut (2022) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $4.50
Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $1.75
Kicks (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5
Kidnap (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Kill the Messenger (2014) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5
Killer Joe (Director's Cut) (2012) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Killing Kennedy (2013) (MA/HD) $6.50
Killing Them Softly (2012) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
King Richard (2021) (MA/HD) $2
Kitchen, The (2019) (MA/HD) $2.50
Knight and Day (2010) (MA/HD) $6.50
Knives Out (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.25
Kung Fu Panda Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $12
La La Land (2016) (Vudu/HD) $2.25 (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Last Christmas (2019) (MA/HD) $6.50
Last Witch Hunter (2015) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.50
Last Word (2017) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5
Lawless (2012) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Lawrence of Arabia (Restored Version) (1962) (MA/HD) $5
Lee Daniels' The Butler (2013) (Vudu/HD) $2.25
Leprechaun Returns (2018) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Les Miserables (2012) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Let's Be Cops (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
Liar Liar (1997) (MA/HD) $3.25
Life (2017) (MA/HD) $2.50
Light of My Life (2019) (Vudu/HD) $2.50 (iTunes/HD) $2
Lightyear (2022) (MA/4K) $5.25 (MA/HD) $2.75 (GP/HD) $2
Lilo & Stitch (2002) & Stitch Has a Glitch (2005) (MA/HD) $11 (GP/HD) $6.50
Lilo & Stitch (2002) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4
Lilo & Stitch 2: Stitch Has a Glitch (2005) (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $3
Limey, The (1999) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5
Lincoln Lawyer (2011) (Vudu/4K) $5 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Lion (2016) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Lion King (1994) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (GP/HD) $2.75
Lion King (2019) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $4 (GP/HD) $1.25
Lion King 1 1/2 (2004) (MA/HD) $6.50
Little Fockers (2010) (MA/HD) $5
Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea (2000) (MA/HD) $6.75
Little Mermaid III: Ariel’s Beginning (2008) (MA/HD) $6.75
Little Women (2019) (MA/HD) $4.25
Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow (2014) (MA/4K) $5
Lodge, The (2019) (MA/HD) $5.75
Lone Ranger (2013) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2.50
Lone Survivor (2013) (iTunes/4K) $2 (MA/HD) $1.50
Long Shot (2019) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4
Lord of War (2005) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5
Lords of Salem, The (2012) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Lost Boys, The (1987) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $3.50
Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile (2022) (MA/HD) $6
Ma (2019) (MA/HD) $5.25
Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1982) (MA/4K) $5
Mad Max 3: Beyond Thunderdome (1985) (MA/4K) $5
Mad Max Collection 1-4 (Vudu/4K) $19
Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted (2012) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2
Mallrats (1995) (MA/HD) $3.25
Mama (2013) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.75
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $1.75
Mamma Mia! The Movie (2008) & Here We Go Again (2018) (MA/HD) $6.50 $4.50 Each
Man On Fire (2004) (MA/HD) $6.50
Man Who Invented Christmas (2017) (MA/HD) $6.25
Many Saints of Newark (2021) (MA/HD) $2.25
Margin Call (2011) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6.25
Marshall (2017) (MA/HD) $4.75
Martian (Theatrical) (2015) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.25
Mary Poppins (1964) (MA/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $3
Mary Queen of Scots (2018) (MA/HD) $5.75
Matrix (1999), Reloaded (2003), Revolutions (2003), Resurrections (2021) (MA/HD) $7.50
Matrix: Resurrections (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.25
Maze Runner (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.50
Maze Runner: The Death Cure (2018) (MA/HD) $6
Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $6
McFarland, USA (2015) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.50
Meet the Parents (2000) (MA/HD) $3.25
Megamind (2010) (MA/HD) $5.50
Men in Black (1997) (MA/HD) $6.75
Men in Black II (2002) (MA/HD) $6.75
Men Who Stare at Goats (2009) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Menace II Society (Director's Cut) (1993) (MA/HD) $5
MIB: International (2019) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $4.75
Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers (2004) (MA/HD) $6.50
Midsommar (2019) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates (2016) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.25
Mile 22 (2018) (iTunes/4K) $1.75
Million Dollar Arm (2014) (MA/HD) $4.25
Minions (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) & Minions (2015) (MA/HD) $8.25
Miracles From Heaven (2016) (MA/HD) $4.50
Miss Congeniality (2000) (MA/HD) $6
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2
Missing Link (2019) (MA/HD) $4.25
Mission: Impossible Collection 1-6 (Vudu/4K) $24 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $19
Mission: Impossible Fallout (2018) (Vudu/4K) $2.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Mistress America (2015) (MA/HD) $5
Molly's Game (2018) (iTunes/HD) $2
Moneyball (2011) (MA/HD) $2.75
Monster Trucks (2016) (Vudu/HD) $2
Monster's Ball (2001) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Monsters, Inc. (2001) (GP/HD) $4
Monuments Men (2014) (MA/HD) $2
Moonlight (2016) (Vudu/HD) $4
Mother! (2017) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Mother's Day (2016) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Mountain Between Us (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $1.50
Mr. Peabody & Sherman (2014) (MA/HD) $3.25
Mrs. Doubtfire (1993) (MA/HD) $3.75
Much Ado About Nothing (2013) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Mud (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Mule, The (2018) (MA/4K) $5
Mummy, The (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
Muppets Most Wanted (2014) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.50
Murder on The Orient Express (2017) (MA/HD) $2.75
My All American (2015) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.25
My Boss's Daughter (2003) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
My Dinner with Herve (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $3
My Fair Lady (1964) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5.50
My Girl (1991) & 2 (1994) (MA/SD) $6
My Little Pony: The Movie (2017) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Natural, The (1984) (MA/4K) $5
Nebraska (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.25
Neighbors (2014) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2
Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.50
Nerve (2016) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Never Grow Old (2019) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Night at the Museum 3-Movie (MA/HD) $13 $6 Each (MA/SD) $9
Night Before (2015) (MA/HD) $4.75 (MA/SD) $2
Night Of: Season 1 (2016) (Vudu/HD) $7.25
Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) (GP/HD) Ports to MA $3
Ninth Gate, The (1999) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
No Country For Old Men (2007) (Vudu/HD) $5.50 (iTunes/HD) $6.50
Nocturnal Animals (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.25
Non-Stop (2014) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Nope (2022) (MA/4K) $8 (MA/HD) $6.25
Notting Hill (1999) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Nut Job (2014) (MA/HD) $2.50 (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Nut Job 2: Nutty By Nature (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Office Christmas Party (2016) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Olaf's Frozen Adventure Plus 6 Disney Tales (2017) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $3.25
Olympus Has Fallen (2013) (MA/HD) $5
On the Basis of Sex (2019) (MA/HD) $4.50
One Direction: This is Us + Extended Fan Edition (2013) (MA/HD) $3.25
Only God Forgives (2013) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Operation Finale (2018) (iTunes/4K) $2.75
Ouija (2014) & Origin of Evil (2016) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $9
Ouija (2014) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Over the Hedge (2006) (MA/HD) $6.25
Pain & Gain (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Paper Towns (2011) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
ParaNorman (2012) (iTunes/HD) $5
Paterno (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $3
Patriots Day (2017) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Paul (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $4.50
Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 (2015) (MA/HD) $4.25
Peanut Butter Falcon (2019) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Pearl (2022) (Vudu/HD) $6
Peppermint (2018) (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (2010) (MA/HD) $6.75
Pet Sematary (2019) (Vudu/4K) $4.50 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Peter Rabbit (2018) & 2 (2021) (MA/HD) $10
Peter Rabbit (2018) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $5
Phantom Thread (2017) (MA/HD) $3
Pinocchio (1940) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $4
Pirate Fairy (2014) (MA/HD) $3.25 (GP/HD) $1.75
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (2017) (MA/HD) $3.25 (GP/HD) $1.75
Pitch Black - Unrated Director's Cut (2000) (MA/HD) $6
Pitch Perfect 2 (2015) (MA/HD) $2.75 (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Pitch Perfect Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $11
Planes (2013) (MA/HD) $2.50 (GP/HD) $1.50
Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987) (Vudu/HD) $5 (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Planes: Fire & Rescue (2014) (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $2
Planet of the Apes 1-3 (Newer) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $11
Playing For Keeps (2012) (MA/HD) $4.75
Point Break (2015) (MA/HD) $1.75
Poltergeist (1982) (MA/4K) $5
Poms (2019) (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Popeye (1980) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping (2016) (MA/HD) $3.25
Post, The (2017) (MA/HD) $2.50
Precious (2009) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6.25
Predator (1987) (MA/HD) $2.75
Predator (1987), 2 (1990), Predators (2009), Predator (2018) $10
Predator (2018) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $2.50
Pretty in Pink (1986) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Prey for the Devil (2022) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Priceless (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5
Prince of Egypt (2002) (MA/HD) $5.50
Princess and the Frog (2009) (iTunes/4K) $5.50 (GP/HD) $3.25
Prometheus (2012) (MA/HD) $1.75
Prophecy Collection 1-5 (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $14
Psycho (1960) (MA/HD) (iTunes/4K) $5
Public Enemies (2009) (MA/HD) $6.25 (iTunes/HD) $4.75
Punisher: War Zone (2008) (Vudu/4K) $6
Purge: Election Year (2016) (MA/4K $5.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3
Puss in Boots (2011) (MA/4K) $7
Queen & Slim (2019) (MA/HD) $3.75
Queen of Katwe (2016) (MA/HD) $3.50 (GP/HD) $2.50
R.I.P.D. (2013) (MA/HD) $3.25 (iTunes/HD) $3
Railway Man (2013) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Rambo Collection 1-5 (Vudu/HD) $13
Rambo Last Blood (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $2.75
Rambo: First Blood (1982) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6
Rambo: First Blood Part II (1985) (Vudu/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5.50
Rampage (2018) (MA/4K) $5
Ready or Not (2019) (MA/HD) $6.50
Rear Window (1954) (MA/4K) $4.75
Red Sparrow (2018) (MA/HD) $4.50
Requiem for a Dream - Director's Cut (2000) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Rescuers Down Under (1990) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $4
Rescuers, The (1977) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $4
Reservoir Dogs (1992) (Vudu/4K) $5 (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Richie Rich (1994) (MA/HD) $5
Riddick Collection 1-3 (Unrated) (MA/HD) $13
Ride Along 1-2 (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Rings (2017) (Vudu/HD) $2.75 (iTunes/HD) $1.50
Rio 2 (2014) (MA/HD) $2.25
Road to El Dorado (2000) (MA/HD) $5.50
Robin Hood (Animated) (1973) (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $2.75
Robots (2005) (MA/HD) $6.75
Rock Dog (2016) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) (MA/HD) $5.25
Room (2015) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Russell Madness (2015) (MA/HD) $4
Safe (2012) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Same Kind of Different as Me (2017) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2
Santa Clause (1994), 2 (2002), 3 (2006) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $10.50 (GP/HD) $6.50
Savages (2012) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.25
Saving Mr. Banks (2013) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2.75
Saw (2004) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.50
Saw Collection 1-7 (Vudu/HD) $10
Scarface (1983) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.25
Scary Movie 3 (2003) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3
Schindler's List (1993) (MA/HD) $5
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010) (MA/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $5.25
Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse (2015) (Vudu/HD) $3.75 (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Scream 5 (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Scream Collection 1-3 (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $13
Scrooged (1988) (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Second Act (2018) (iTunes/HD) $1.50
Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2015) (MA/HD) $4.50
Secret Headquarters (2022) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/4K) $6
Secret Life of Pets 1-2 (MA/HD) $7.50
Secret Life of Pets 2 (2019) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $5
Secret Life of Pets, The (2016) (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (MA/HD) $2.75
Secret Life of Walter Mitty (2013) (MA/HD) $1.75
Secretary (2002) (Vudu/HD) $5
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World (2012) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $4.50
Serenity (2005) (MA/HD) $3.50
Seventh Son (2015) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $1.50
Sex Tape (2014) (MA/HD) $3
Shack (2017) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $1.50
Shallows, The (2016) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD $4.25
Shape of Water (2017) (MA/HD) $3.50
Shaun of the Dead (2004), Hot Fuzz (2007), World's End (2013) (MA/HD) $10
Shaun the Sheep Movie (2015) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Shawshank Redemption (1994) (MA/4K) $5
She's Having a Baby (1988) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
She's the Man (2006) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Shooter (2007) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Sicario (2015) (Vudu/4K) $6 (Vudu/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/4K) $3
Sideways (2004) (MA/HD) $5.25
Silent Night, Deadly Night: 3-Film Collection (1989-1991) (Vudu/HD) $6
Sin City (2005) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Sin City: A Dame to Kill For (2014) (Vudu/HD) $6.50
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2007) (MA/HD) $6.50
Sing (2016) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
Sing 2 (2021) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $3.75
Sinister (2012) (Vudu/HD) $3 (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Sisters (Unrated) (2015) (MA/HD) $4 (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Sleeping Beauty (1959) (MA/HD) $3.50 (GP/HD) $2.75
Sleepless (2017) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $1
Smile (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $6.75
Smokey and the Bandit (1977) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $3.75
Smurfs: The Lost Village (2017) (MA/HD) $3.25
Snatched (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $1
Snitch (2013) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.75
Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs (1937) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $3.75
Snowden (2016) (MA/HD) $3.50 (iTunes/HD) $4
Some Kind of Wonderful (1987) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Son of God (2014) (MA/HD) $1.25
Sorry to Bother You (2018) (MA/HD) $5
Sound of Music, The (1965) (MA/HD) $6
Source Code (2011) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5
Space Between Us, The (2017) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5
Space Jam (1996) (MA/4K) $5
Space Jam: A New Legacy (2021) (MA/4K) $5
Spider-Man (2002) (MA/HD) $5.75
Spider-Man 2 + Extended Edition (2004) (MA/HD) $5.75
Spider-Man 3 (2007) (MA/HD) $5
Spider-Man Collection 1-8 (MA/HD) $24
Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) (MA/HD) $4.25
Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) (MA/HD) $1.75
Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (2018) (MA/HD) $5
Spies in Disguise (2019) (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $2.75
Spirit, The (2008) (Vudu/HD) $3
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2003) (MA/HD) $5.25
Spy (Unrated) (2015) (MA/HD) $2
Spy Game (2001) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.75
Star Trek 1-3 (Vudu/4K) $18 (Vudu/HD) $9 (iTunes/4K) $13
Star Trek Beyond (2016) (Vudu/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/4K) $3.25
Starsky & Hutch (2004) (MA/HD) $6
Step Up Revolution (2012) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Still Alice (2015) (MA/HD) $3
Stillwater (2021) (MA/HD) $5
Stir of Echoes (1999) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Straight Outta Compton (Unrated Director’s Cut) (2015) (MA/4K) $7.50 (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Strange World (2022) (MA/HD) $5
Stronger (2017) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.75
Stuber (2019) (MA/HD) $4.25
Suburbicon (2017) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Suffragette (2015) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3
Suicide Squad, The (2021) (MA/4K) $5
Super 8 (2011) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (Vudu/HD) $3.25 (iTunes/4K) $5
Super Buddies (2013) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $4
Super Troopers (2002) (MA/HD) $5.75
Super Troopers 2 (2018) (MA/HD) $3
SW: Force Awakens (2015) (MA/4K) $5.50 (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (GP/HD) $1.50
SW: Phantom Menace (1999) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Revenge of the Sith (2005) (MA/4K) $7.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) $4 (GP/HD) $1.50
Sword in the Stone (1963) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $3.75
Taken (2009), 2 (2012), 3 (2015) (MA/HD) $9
Tangled (2010) (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $4
Tarzan (1999) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
Ted (2012) (Unrated) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Terminator: Genisys (2015) (Vudu/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/4K) $3
Terms of Endearment (1983) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Theory Of Everything (2014) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $4
Thing, The (2011) (MA/HD) $6.25 (iTunes/HD) $5.75
Think Like a Man (2012) & Two (2014) (MA/HD) $9
This Is 40 (2012) (MA/HD) $3.75 (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Thor (2011) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $7 (GP/HD) $3.50
Thumbelina (1994) (MA/HD) $6.25
Till (2022) (iTunes/4K) $6.50
Tinker Bell and the Legend of the NeverBeast (2014) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.50
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $4.25
Titanic (1997) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.75
TMNT Out of the Shadows (2016) (iTunes/4K) $4
Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life (2003) (Vudu/HD) $6
Tomorrowland (2015) (MA/HD) $5.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
Top Five (2014) (Vudu/HD) $5 (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Top Gun (1986) (Vudu/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Total Recall (1990) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.25
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2023.03.29 03:12 TheCatholicBatman 32[M4F] NYC Man looking to preferably chat with a NYC woman to possibly meet up with IRL

I'm a 32 year old New York City man looking for a woman to chat with, preferably from NYC as well.
I recently smoked pipe tobacco and some cigars in my backyard. I have a mustache again, as usual. Recently shaved my beard, grown after a clean-shaven period.
I'm interested in history, menswear, dressing up, foreign languages. I'm a classic car owner. I have a lifetime Babbel subcription. I love the smell of old comic books (And everything else about old comic books too, especially classic Batman and Spider-Man).
I'm reading many books slowly, including fiction and non-fiction. I keep my place with bookmarks. I'm going to be visiting five countries in Europe soon.
I recently watched two black and white films on Turner Classic Movies: The 400 Lashes (French fifties film about a delinquent boy) and Charlie Chaplin's Hitler satire, the Great Dictator. A few nights ago I caught the latter chunk of Thief of Bagdad. The other night I caught Sophie's Choice with Meryl Streep, There Will Be Blood, (Based on the novel Oil! by Upton Sinclair which I'm reading) and Midnight Cowboy. Last night I caught the latter half of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (With a young Maggie Smith, who played McGonagall in Harry Potter) and the 1980 Alan Parker film Fame.
Have anything you'd like to tell me or ask me? How old are you, and where are you located? Feel free to share your picture. :)
Here's a song from the film Midnight Cowboy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3hLMeu7rfY
9:12pm
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2023.03.29 03:11 TheSquirrel99 Satellite

I let out my final breath
And rose past the northern lights
Beyond Earth’s atmosphere

Waving goodbye to you below
As I finally ascend back towards home
Not before becoming Earth’s satellite

I got to see the whole world then
The rich white clouds and sea blues
Even the highest mountains and lowest terrains

Mother Earth let me go
Ascending once more towards home
Not before becoming the Sun’s Satellite

I got to meet the planets
Once thought of as the Gods
But are just as mortal and you and me

The Sun let me go
Ascending once more towards home
Not before becoming the Milky Way’s satellite

I met others along the way
Newborn stars who wanted to play
Worlds turning to greet a new day

The Milky way let me go
Ascending once more towards home
No longer was I a satellite

For I made my way into Her arms
Our mother, the universe she whispered to me
“Now you are home” as I fell into eternal sleep.

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2023.03.29 03:10 PokingDogSnouts My "girlfriend" of one year has been in Turkey the past four months. Every single day of those four months, she has fed me the mistaken impression she was divorcing from an old marriage of years ago. It turns out she is staying.

From the month we started phone calls (February, 2022), I was assured that she never felt a drop of love for this person. He had manipulated her out of her first abusive marriage—guiding her through the divorce process. Her sole source of support through a very trying time, he also would completely disappear on her when she didn't do what he asked of her. When her first divorce was finalized, he convinced her to hop onto a plane to Turkey, and marry him immediately. The faulty reasoning he gave for such a wild and ill-advised idea (that her therapist strongly urged against, saying she needed time to heal and process the dissolution of the first marriage) was that if she were to live with him, she needed to undergo a marriage ceremony to make it permissible within their faith (Islam).
When I first heard this, I already thought that this was one of the worst decisions a person could ever make for themselves. A woman of few friends, she was going to isolate herself further in a country she did not know the language to, with a man whom she'd only met once. Making another marriage commitment, fresh out of the first failed one.
Another saddening aspect to her history is that this isn't the first time. The first husband had also, years and years prior, convinced her to move to Turkey. They came back, and she processed a green card application for this man. The same thing she's now doing for this guy.
But the second marriage also didn't work out. She was there for almost two years, and was having panic attacks all of the time. Fainting in the bathroom. Stuck there due to COVID lockdowns. She and the guy were wholly incompatible. She'd mentioned how she couldn't even be intimate with him because of how tensed up he made her feel. She'd told me she wasn't attracted to him, and that she cried at the ceremony, knowing she was making a huge mistake, but was so numb and expected to go through with it, at this point, that she did. She told me things in this vein, over and over again.
How utterly numb she was over there, unfeeling, disassociating and just doing what people expected of her. Living as a scraped-out shell of herself.
She returned home to New York in July of 2021. She'd still kept up the pretense with him, of being in a stable marriage, and continued to process his green card application, but knew even by December (according to what she told me) that she did not want to return and that she could not fathom living her life with this person.
We met in January of 2022. Not in-person, yet, but right here on Reddit. Innocuous enough, at first. I had been recovering from long-COVID, with no one in my life believing me. I was searching for both love and friends to see me through the most difficult time in my entire life. She replied to one of the friendship posts, and we bonded through a shared love for music, older music in particular.
She zeroed in on me from the start, telling me later on about how she'd sifted through all my social media and talked with her cousin, her best friend, about the kind of person I was.
The conversation moved to Discord. I was streaming a lot, then. One of the foreign friends I was talking to, said I had a voice that would go perfectly with book-reading, and that I should stream myself doing it. During a lonely end to the December of 2021, I decided to give it a try. I even did one on New Year's Eve, hoping to unite all of the lost souls, who, like me, didn't have any gatherings to attend.
In February, the streams were still going strong, and she seemed to enter every single one of them—constantly there for me, constantly wanting to not only spend her time with me, but to get my attention. And there's one incident that finally made me realize just how much she felt for me.
One late night, I told her politely that I'd be playing Minecraft with somebody else (we had been messaging daily by this point in early February). She had been engaging extensively, sending me a lot of caring advice on dealing with my symptoms, but I needed to rest myself from all the texting.
It was only two hours, but it clearly hurt her. I didn't hear from her until late the next day, when she spilled out her feelings in a message she deleted only moments later. I only caught the notification preview, but the gist of it seemed to be that she felt "disposed of", discarded, and she had cried over it.
This was a shock for me. I seriously didn't think it was that grave an error to commit (it wasn't), but nevertheless, I empathized. I, too, know fully well what it's like to be completely discarded (also see: the end of this story). I certainly didn't want someone coming out of interactions with me, feeling that way. And I resolved within myself not to hurt this person again. I was beginning to develop an affinity towards her—spurred by the obvious interest, and her qualities of both acute sensitivity, and a willingness to be open and vulnerable, something I deeply value. I wanted to become her source of comfort, too. To help her feel safe in a world that can often be cruel and insensitive. That is the decision I made for myself on that day.
Later in the month, nightly phone calls began. The first time we'd spoken through voice. Well into the nights, we talked for hours, a clear close bond beginning to form. She eventually confided that she was developing feelings for me; I said the same. One night, she brought up an obligation in Turkey, unfinished personal business that she would have to take care of, soon. I froze. It sounded like another person was involved with her. Feeling deeply uncomfortable, I told her I was going to go. She was talking around it and I assumed the worst. She told me everything. And she insisted that she had no love for this person, never desired to be with him again, and that the "business" she had there was in divorcing him.
Her family's faith complicated things. Even if she was only technically legally married (i.e., not living with him for almost a year, by that point), they would not allow her to be in a relationship while the marriage contract was still in effect. She was attempting to hide even her communications with me. This is a 32-year-old woman, by the way. Her parents had always been overbearing and controlling. She was not to talk to strangers on the internet. I witnessed her being treated like a minor half her age, numerous times over the course of our relationship.
She clearly wanted to be with me, but this got in the way of it, and a few times, we parted ways. But our link just couldn't be snuffed out—we always found a way back towards one another. In mid-March, we decided, finally, to be together. We were not boyfriend and girlfriend, but we would remain in contact, and we would acknowledge our feelings, which we previously tried to put aside (which obviously cannot work; you cannot deny feelings like these).
I did have to push for it, by then. She was clear her parents wouldn't approve. But at 32 years of age, and with a divorce that wasn't even able to be set in motion—if it was a definite eventuality, wouldn't it make sense to still live your life in the meantime? Divorces can take years to go through. Grown adults don't put possible new relationships off because of a technicality. The marriage was already over in their hearts—if it ever even existed within, and not solely on paper.
I just didn't want this to slip away. She made her interest in me very obvious, and had persisted enough for me to return her feelings. She continued to feed that previously empty part of me—the part of me that never, not once in my life, had been shown real love, by any woman. I didn't want to lose her. I have been used, and discarded multiple times, by people I'd barely ever met, but who'd kept me in a misleading cycle of hope and despair. This felt real, for once. This felt like it could be something.
The phone calls evolved into something deeper, at her instigation. She'd cutely suggested falling asleep together over Discord in late March: whispering goodnights, giggling when we were both unable to fall asleep, and greeting each other first thing in the morning. It felt like a dream, to me. I had never felt so loved, cherished, valued. She went far out of her way for me, and I was willing to do the same for her. We continued this nightly ritual throughout the entirety of our relationship—breaking it, occasionally—but for the first few months afterwards, there wasn't a night we didn't spend together.
The "I love yous" came next. I was adamant that, as much as I wanted to say it, I wanted to hold off, to tell it to her in person. She couldn't control herself, and gently said it to me one night as we were falling asleep. Our bond felt cemented. Talk of meeting increased.
If you'll notice, a pattern emerges here, where every subsequent higher step in this relationship was initiated by her. The clinginess, the admission of feelings, the phone call, the nightly ritual of sleeping on the phone, and now the "I love yous". I was overjoyed to be on the receiving end of each of these, and yes, I did fight for the relationship to stick in the first place, but in hindsight, it seems ever more crueler that she could've done all this, only to completely ditch me at the end.
We were across state lines. I was in New Jersey; she in New York. I knew of a bus that could take me to Manhattan. From there, it was just a hop, skip away to where she resided. She, once again, took the real initiative. We had originally planned to meet in the summer, perhaps at a café or library or amusement park. But she was telling me she only had to take one subway to end up at the bus I was speaking of. Early April, completely out of the blue, she sent a photo of that subway, asking if she should do it? That all I had to do was answer in the affirmative, and she would. I was in the shower, but I actually had this hunch that that was going to happen. For no reason whatsoever. There was no indication. I hadn't seen the message. I just somehow knew, and I was shivering in the shower at the thought of meeting her that day. Of course, it was too late by the time I was able to reply. However, we still met, the very next week.
We met at a large and lovely park, the only escape to nature you can truly get to in my town. She looked so lonely, staring at the stream, her backpack on. I came right up to her, and the sweetest meeting of my life ensued. We both somehow seemed cut from the same cloth. Both tall, but lanky—slimmer than most examples of our respective genders. Darker hair and eyes. And kind of a sensitive, hesitant disposition. The result of too much overexposure to the deafening hostility that can strike in this world, from all directions. We walked awhile, sat on a bench and somehow managed to hold hands to quell the shyness and nervousness that we both seemed to share (though her to a much greater extent). It was surreal. The day was a dream, but a dream that extended into most of the year.
We met again only two days later. She wasted no time in instantly coming back. We baked brownies together, and, probably too much information, but we became intimate from this day on. Once again, the bond went to another level. We were both hooked on each other: emotionally, and physically.
I don't need to go into the many months we spent together. There's simply too much to say. I met her in the city, and witnessed her father scream at her on the phone, bringing her to tears for daring to spend time in Manhattan with me. According to her, the divorce was now out in the open, and all parties involved knew of its inevitability. The husband wouldn't talk to her, so nothing could even happen. He told her to just worry about herself. But the parents weren't having it.
We met every single week up to November at least twice, barring one or two where she had a surgery take place in late April. We roamed down so many paths in my own town, and all over Manhattan. Experienced more restaurants than I'm sure I have in the past five years. Went to Coldplay at MetLife Stadium; it was also the first night she stayed over, again to her parents' ire. She would continue to stay each weekend. They were the loveliest times of my life. But her parents gave her hell every time she returned. They treated her like a complete outcast, giving her the silent treatment for days on end. A grown adult capable of making her own decisions for herself, being pressured by childish, immature parents who constantly filled her head with horrible advice about trusting nobody, keeping no friends, and adhering to a religion that I believe is an extremely harmful force in this world.
I had never felt so close to somebody before. She was as seemingly gentle as they come, and we were both extremely generous and caring to one another. Which is why the next part of this absolutely shocked me and sent my heart into a downward spiral I still struggle to soothe.
This past November, she finally left back to Turkey, the place she was formerly so miserable in, supposedly to take care of the divorce. She assured me all the processes were in motion—the search for a lawyer, setting of a court date, and the eventual date itself, somewhere in February. These were all lies. I don't know exactly what happened, but sometime in January she made the decision to remain faithful to both her religion and the marriage, yet she continued to lie to me daily about what was going on. One point of contention that came up again and again between us was the lack of phone calls from her, all of a sudden. The first few weeks, I understood it was because her dad was there, but in the months succeeding that, the situation hardly changed. I'd get hung up on out of nowhere, I'd get excuses such as depression—she even wrote a post on an alternate Reddit account asking for advice: how to assure a loving boyfriend that she's too miserable to call due to the circumstances surrounding divorce, and that it's no cause for insecurity. All while knowing that she was not divorcing... I was misled so cruelly. The web of lies is just immense, and I can't believe she was even capable of all this.
She argued with me over asking for more calls, pleading for me to understand her, and assuring me that she wasn't hiding anything. She would even randomly blurt out harsh things like...that she didn't trust me, or anyone...or that love can't always be there for you. She was slicing up my feelings and toying with my heart. Sensations that were all too familiar, from the wounds of my past. This wasn't the care a loved one is supposed to show, but out of trying my best to understand her side of it, I decided to stop asking for calls.
We went all of February and half of March without a single phone call. Not even on Valentine's Day. But I was only bottling up just how much it hurt to be so neglected. Surely two people in love both crave to hear each other's voices, more than this? She once told me my voice was like listening to the sound of the ocean through a conch shell. Comforting, yet fleeting. What was going on?
Another argument ensued, and this one led to a break-up. I realized through talking with a friend who asked about how we were doing, that I was immensely down about our only communication happening through a few daily texts. I wasn't given many updates on what was going on. She claimed in December that she was staying with the husband's family at night because he refused to fix the broken heating in her apartment. She was now staying there full-time. I tried to just trust her about it, but it looks like that was a mistake. She was isolated from any voice of sense, and only had pressure and religious guilt-tripping paving the path for her. I still don't believe she has any love for him whatsoever. He is a clumsy manipulator, who practically bragged to me on Reddit about luring her away from her first husband, while attempting to condescend to me about intelligence. Her few current Facebook posts all seem curated to highlight just how miserable she was over there the first time around, and that the same now continues. Her life is not her own, and I'm reminded of all the times she told me she was in chains. The one positive-appearing post was put up during our many days of vivid and lively exploration.
She always seemed easy to influence...often by people who never truly cared for her. I can't believe she would be duped by someone so obviously conniving that he convinced her to marry straight out of a divorce in the first place. She probably needs real help and people to look out for her...but her parents will not take up that mantle. She is, however, very conditioned to seek their advice, and treat their words almost as a decree from god, itself.
We broke up a little over a week ago. She still did not reveal the truth to me; she only acted as if I was asking for too much, all because I wanted some phone calls. She even argued, all this time, knowing she was deceiving me. And she put her all into her arguments, trying to portray herself as a decent person who held no blame. This is one of the most hurtful things anyone has ever done to me. And just like always, I'm expected to just accept it, with little explanation or apology given. She claims she wanted to live a sinless existence within her faith, but what she did so blatantly to me will never make her sinless. I poured my heart for the first time into somebody who I thought wanted to be with me for life. She'd say she'd never felt as alive, happy, and free as she was with me; that I was her favorite person. I definitely felt the same about her.
I don't even know what to think, anymore. She did claim her feelings for me were all true. In a final phone call that the husband initiated to tell me off, she said outright she'd be able to get over him, if he passed away. But that the same wouldn't happen with me. She also claimed she would never be able to truly be her own self with me, but that's not true. Happiness reveals your true identity; following your heart. But going against your inner nature, to please the whims of controlling people... that can never lead to happiness or truth, and is only ever going to slowly kill a person. I just wish I could've helped her. She never deserved such toxic people around her, but as long as she keeps choosing them, she'll have to live with the consequences of it.
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2023.03.29 02:37 esteemedmothman The Mirror

I don’t even really like antiques, is the thing. My vision for my apartment—the first place I was ever living in on my own, a studio—was an uncluttered, modern kind of vibe. The place I was moving from had enough old shit in it. Not antiques, per se, but it was the kind of roommate share apartment that had been passed down from roommate to roommate since anyone on the lease could remember, and everything was a hand-me-down or something that a former resident had left behind when they upgraded to a new living situation.
Unfortunately, the cost of the safety deposit and first month’s rent and movers and all the other nonsense that comes with moving had really wiped out my savings, so as much as I wanted to live that Shiny New Apartment Life I was in fact browsing local thrift stores for new furniture. My favorite find was an extremely retro-looking armchair upholstered in green velvet. I didn’t have a couch yet, but since I was living alone it didn’t seem like too much of a priority. At another store, a few weeks later, I found an old 70s stand mixer in the exact same shade of green—convenient since my living room was also my kitchen was also my bedroom. To complete the midcentury vibe, in a third thrift store I found a really cool old mirror. It was big and round, with gold spikes radiating out from it like light from a child’s drawing of the sun. Little did I know at the time—well.
The problem was hanging it up. I admit I’m not much of a handy…woman? Handyperson? My go-to wall art solution is command strips. But this mirror was pretty heavy, and it would also be ideally situated above my tv, so I bought a wall hanging kit and watched about a thousand YouTube videos about drywall anchors. I was feeling very empowered by the end of my home improvement YouTube binge: I was a competent modern woman living in my own apartment! Surely I would be able to tackle any possible hurdle life could throw at me! I got out the little toolkit my dad had gifted me when I first decided to live on my own and pulled out the hammer, feeling the weight of it in my hand while looking resolutely at the spot on the wall where I was going to hang the mirror.
It did not go great. By the end of my efforts I was covered in plaster dust, my fingers were throbbing, and I had busted a half-inch hole directly in the middle of the white wall in a location that would be impossible for the building manager to miss when he was deciding whether to give me my safety deposit back when I eventually moved out. I guess it doesn’t matter whether it’s “handywoman” or “handyperson” because I am not either one.
I ended up securing the mirror to the wall with about ten command strips, then subsequently realized I hadn’t accounted for the height of my tv stand and I would have to shift the whole thing up the wall by about a foot and a half.
After having a little cry and some well-deserved takeout, I set the mirror on the floor and abandoned the project for the night, promising myself that the spot on the floor would NOT become the mirror’s permanent home.
It absolutely did.
It was summer, the busiest season at my job, and I was working long hours and coming home absolutely exhausted most evenings. On my days off I preferred to curl up in my armchair watching Netflix rather than attempt more home improvement projects. My one living-alone indulgence was that I adopted a cat.
He’s a dignified older gentleman of a cat, gray and white, with a little marking on his chest like he’s wearing a badge or something. That’s where his name came from: I call him The Admiral. I had meant to call him something else, but that’s what stuck. It amused me to say to my coworkers, “I have to get home to The Admiral,” or, “The Admiral woke me up early this morning.”
The Admiral is a great companion—I still have him, of course. He spent most of his time in the apartment getting fur all over my armchair even though I bought a cat tree for him to climb on. Being a distinguished older gentleman, he doesn’t play with cat toys very much, but when I was living there I noticed that sometimes he would focus on the inner wall of the apartment. He didn’t much care about the walls with windows, that opened onto the courtyard of the building, which I thought was weird, because I could usually see birds flitting between the branches of the trees in the courtyard. No, The Admiral was fixated on the wall of my little apartment that butted up against the rest of the apartment building. The one with the mirror leaning against it.
The mirror was still propped against the wall, its wide shining surface reflecting nothing in particular: just the empty place where the opposite wall met the ceiling. Sometimes, when I was watching tv, I caught movement there out of the corner of my eye, but I always managed to convince myself it was just shadows. The bigger problem was the noises: sometimes while lying in bed if I strained my hearing I thought there were tiny skittering or scratching noises in the walls. They were quiet enough that I always decided that it was my anxious imagination, coming up with ways to stress about this otherwise amazing living situation. I didn’t know what any of my neighbors’ apartments looked like, only that the building was a prewar one that had been haphazardly renovated over the years. I couldn’t even really tell the dimensions of the apartment that was next to mine. I had been nervous that I would be annoyed by the faint sound of my neighbor playing music or something, but I didn’t ever hear any human noises through the wall, just the scratching. Gross as it was, I figured there were probably mice.
Spooky mirror and possible mice aside, I truly loved living alone. No roommates waking me up coming back drunk from the bar, no unwashed dishes in the sink, no one moving my stuff without my knowing it. Well… mostly. Every once in a while I would come home with the sense that things in my home were slightly different, my little trinkets disturbed, the piles of half-worn not-quite-dirty-yet clothes disarrayed where they were draped over the back of my chair. Times like this The Admiral was always meowing like crazy, weaving anxiously around my feet and butting his head against my calves, and he would sleep in bed with me afterwards, too, which he usually didn’t like to do. But apart from these few incidents I loved living alone, I loved my cat, and I loved the freedom of never wearing pants in my apartment.
As the summer came to an end, my job finally stopped being so chaotic and I took a few well-deserved days off. Although initially I had had the vague idea of going on a trip somewhere, all I really wanted to do was watch tv and cuddle my cat so I decided to stock up on snacks and have a staycation. Those first few days were glorious: I slept late, ate junk food, and spoiled the hell out of the Admiral, giving him extra treats all day and not chasing him off my green chair even though he was getting fur all over it.
I guess that was what I noticed first: even though The Admiral was getting extra treats, he was still spending a lot of time staring at the wall of my apartment that had the mirror leaning against it. It seemed ridiculous that this cat, who didn’t even care about the birds flying just outside the windows, would be so fixated on the mice or whatever was living in the walls. I often found my eyes drawn to the mirror, the unassuming face of it reflecting a simple view of the white wall and ceiling. There was never movement there… at least, not when I was looking directly at it.
Anyone who has ever lived alone with a cat knows that you spend nearly your whole life in one-sided dialogue with the cat. “Do I not feed you enough? Are the expensive organic salmon treats not to your taste, your Admiralship? Are your hunting instincts so refined that you are compelled by the sounds within the wall, even though you are living a luxurious life here?” I would jokingly ask him. Sometimes he would look up at me and meow urgently, his eyes enormous, as though trying desperately to tell me something—but how was I supposed to know what?
I spent most evenings of my little staycation curled up in my chair, watching tv, wearing whatever ugly, comfortable oversized lounge clothes I had lying around. After so much time at work the past few months it was bliss to finally be alone. The Admiral usually laid in his bed next to my chair, close enough that I could reach over and pet his head from time to time. That is—usually. Sometimes he would go full Halloween cat, back arched, tail puffed up, ears flattened back, growling low in his throat. Always while facing that same wall, the one behind the tv, with the mirror leaning against it, marred halfway up by the big hole I had accidentally poked in the drywall. Even though I had attempted to repair the hole the broken bits had eventually all fallen out of the hole, so that its jagged edges framed the inky blackness of the inside of the wall. It embarrassed me to look at evidence of my failure so I usually avoided looking at it, but for whatever reason my eyes were drawn to it this time—and it wasn’t blackness that I saw.
It was a glimpse of white.
The white of an eye.
I startled and jumped out of the chair. The Admiral was freaking out, growling with a ferocity I had never heard before. I knew I wasn’t imagining things, because The Admiral was never this upset. But I didn’t know what to do. It seemed silly to call the cops. “Hello, 911, I maybe saw something in a little hole I accidentally poked in my wall trying to hang up a mirror, and also my cat is flipping out, can you send your best officers?”
Yet there was no way in hell I was staying there that night, so I got the Admiral into his cat carrier and stayed in a god damn hotel room. Yes, I smuggled my cat into a hotel room. What was I supposed to do, leave him there?
It was a miserable night. I was anxious, The Admiral was anxious, and the less said about how I improvised a litter box in a hotel room, the better. The next day I steeled my nerves and asked a friend to come investigate my apartment with me. I apologized, said it was probably nothing and I was being silly, but fortunately he was understanding.
I realized I looked ridiculous waiting for my friend outside my apartment building. The only clothing I had was the faded and stretched-out old band t-shirt I had been wearing when I fled the night before and the lounge pants I had hastily thrown on before opening the door. I crossed my arms over my chest uncomfortably, very aware that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Thankfully, when my friend Ben showed up, he looked deadly serious. We had talked on the phone last night, and I guess he had realized from the tone of my voice how scared I truly was. He had brought with him a big flashlight and, to my amusement, a crowbar, as though he was ready to fight any intruder we might encounter.
The apartment looked the same as ever, not even with that feeling of my stuff being moved that I sometimes had. I clutched the cat carrier to my chest as Ben looked around, shining the flashlight into my kitchen cabinets, under my bed, into my closet. I had just managed to convince myself that The Admiral and I had both been seeing things the night before when Ben went over to the wall with the mirror and leaned over, peering at the hole in the plaster.
“Hey, I don’t want to scare you,” he said, scaring me.
My grip tightened on the cat carrier as Ben pressed his face against the wall, shining the flashlight at an oblique angle toward the hole so that he could see inside.
“What,” I whispered.
“It looks like someone’s been… living back here.”
Well, we did call the cops after that. It was surreal to be sitting on my bed, still holding the cat carrier, with Ben’s sweatshirt draped over my shoulders, as the cops poked around the apartment and said very matter-of-factly that it looked like a human being had indeed been living in the little space beside my wall. There were pillows and blankets and lots of snack food wrappers strewn about. I remembered the scratching noises I had thought I heard while lying in bed and felt sick. It wasn’t a mouse: it was someone peeling the wrappers off candy bars while spying on me.
The police report did make it easy for me to break my lease without penalty, thank god, and I’ve temporarily moved in with Ben while I try to find a new living situation. It’s not ideal, but The Admiral hasn’t had any freakouts since we moved in here, so I think it’s safe.

I’ve been extra careful to check my new room’s walls for holes, though.
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2023.03.29 02:32 Throwaway_StahpPls UPDATE: $1800 electric bill

Im sure some of you saw my post some weeks ago about me dealing with an $1800 electric bill and after having utility people, electricians, and HVAC people come to check and inspect (and them telling me nothing is wrong), I've finally discovered the issue. I moved to this home in November and the previous owners had said they installed a new smart thermostat before we moved in.
Its was the thermostat. The freaking Nest thermostat. It was installed incorrectly and not programmed to the HVAC unit. Some wires were loose which we plugged back in and we reset it to operate on a gas heating system. I think it was originally set to electric. Before, the system would come on and run ALL DAY trying to produce and blow heat. I thought it was the fan since the house was always cold regardless and in my last place, I always kept a fan on for white noise and it didn't cost much. NOPE. It was the unit.
So got that fixed and my electric bill for this month was back to normal!!! A family friend ended up helping to pay the bill so we weren't out of a lot.
Check your thermostats everyone!!!
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2023.03.29 02:29 Typeonebitch WAMC? Applying Broadly

Hey everyone, I'm planning on applying this upcoming cycle and would love some help ironing out how my chances are and adding some more schools to the list potentially. cGPA and sGPA: 3.65 and 3.58 respectively (strong upward trend, first year was a 3.0 then a 3.2 but all good since then, one C+ in calc). MCAT: 515 (127/128/129/131) on only attempt State of Residence: Georgia (ties to Massachusetts as well). Ethnicity: White. Undergrad: T50 private school in the northeast, major in bio with minor in psych. Clinical experience: about 2000 hours split between EMS and inpatient tech on a med-surg floor at a well respected hospital. Research Experience: None currently outside of a bit of independent stuff in courses, but currently interviewing for clinical research assistant/coordinator positions for my gap year. Shadowing: 20 hours with FM doc, 50 hours online shadowing (don't know if this is even worth putting). Nonclinical Volunteering: about 50 hours at a local high school tutoring, another 100 miscellaneous hours through a philanthropy board I was on. Just started as a home hospice volunteer so about 10 hours rn but that will change. Other Extracurriculars: competitively play a sport that nobody really cares about it but have won a few competitions. LORs: Ones from clinical experience will be good, ones from professors will be meh. Misc: Have an IA from freshman year. RA came in and found three beers on my table. Hopefully not a big deal at all.
School list so far: (I know some of these are essentially donations (UVA, Emory, etc.) but applying there anyway). MD Stony Brook. Boston Univ. UVA. Emory. George Washington (might remove because of lack of volunteering). Thomas Jefferson. Temple. MC of Wisconsin. Univ. of Wisconsin. Tufts. Wake Forest. Rush. UMass. EVMS. MC of Georgia. Michigan State. Mercer. Drexel. Albany. Quinnipiac.
DO PCOM Philadelphia. PCOM Georgia. Touro California. New England COM. Michigan State. Kansas City. Chicago. Western. NYIT. Rocky Vista Colorado.
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2023.03.29 02:27 Black_Shabbat92 World is a Vampire Tour 🦇🖤

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2023.03.29 02:22 Trash_Tia I’ve been talking to the boy next door through my window for a while. Update: The thing is… I don’t think he’s alive?

The boy next door is no longer an enigma.
No longer a mystery.
For the last few days, I have been laying low after Mrs Wilder kidnapped and threatened me in my own home. I’ve had barely any sleep and my lack of it has definitely disrupted my ability to write. I’m sorry if this update is messy or full of typos. I just don’t know what to do.
I’ve been a mess. I’ve been jumping at every movement. Every time there’s a knock on the door I feel part of myself splinter into pieces I can’t put back together. I did something crazy stupid two days ago. And that stupid mistake has fully exposed me to Mrs Wilder’s secret. What she is hiding behind her walls—and just how fucked I truly am if I disobey her again. Like I said, over the last several days I have been keeping my head down.
I went to school and did my homework and went to bed. That was it. When mom asked if I was talking to any Wilder kids, I shook my head. I had quickly grown afraid of Casper Wilder’s window. I knew something was wrong with him.
Something is wrong with his head.
He had told me. At least, the part of him which was bleeding between consciousness and a submissive state not being controlled by his psychotic mother. I saw him. I saw who he really was. I saw the boy next door crying out to me for help through bloodied fingers and cryptic messages splattered in scarlet. If he had intentionally hurt himself to get messages across to me, there was something he was fighting.
Mrs Wilder’s words were haunting me. The paper-doll rendition of me, blackened and smouldering orange between her nimble fingers-- I couldn’t get it out of my head.
So, I grabbed all the paper I could find and taped up my window, blocking him out. It sounds ridiculous. And it was. Because once I had spent over an hour feverishly taping pieces of paper over my window, I tore them down with a knot in my gut. When I clawed away the last piece of paper, I got a glimpse of Casper. His curtains were open, allowing me to see inside his room once more.
I saw a normal guy’s bedroom once again, guitars leaning against the walls, clothes strewn over the floor and sketchpads littering the bed. Warm light illuminated the window, and I wished what I was seeing was normal.
I wished I had seen nothing bad, and this was just the boy next door.
My completely normal neighbor.
But I couldn’t deny what I’d seen two nights ago. Casper Wilder wasn’t standing at his window with a twisted expression, a cocktail of pain and anger and confusion burning in mismatched eyes I was sure glinted with something metallic. Something man-made—which had been inserted, no, forced inside him.
I expected him to be awake. Even if it was just a single look in his eye which told me he was still there—still holding on. No. It was like nothing had ever happened. The window had been cleaned of blood, and there were no traces of the boy who had cried out for help. In his place was the Wilder son I had found friendship with. Before he cracked, and something inside him, something buried deep, deep, down, ignited. I missed that version of him. Who he used to be.
Because this guy was not Casper Wilder. I didn’t know who he was—and neither did he from the way he’d reacted days before. Underneath this name being forced onto him, there was nothing.
Just a broken kid with no name. No memory, except ones filled with her. I missed the personality Mrs Wilder was trying to hide. Who had told me she wasn’t his fucking mother, and sworn at me, his writing erratic and confusing, clawing into his head with this desperation to be let go.
Seeing him through the window at that moment, I realised, a sickly paste crawling up my throat, that all of that had been erased. He had returned to default. Casper was sitting on his bed playing guitar with a look of content, bed hair falling in sleepy eyes. He was wearing his glasses this time. His fingers moved up and down, feet bouncing to a beat I couldn’t hear.
Stumbling back, I tripped over my backpack with a shriek, which caught Casper’s attention.
When his head twisted around, empty eyes floating towards the window, I ducked. I couldn’t stop myself. After counting to ten, I slowly lifted my gaze.
He was still staring at me, and I noticed he’d stopped playing the guitar, fingers entangled in the strings. Casper’s smile had dimmed slightly. I wondered if seeing me brought something back. Maybe he remembered writing his own bloody messages on the window and trying and failing to speak through his mother’s control. The boy blinked at me before slowly getting to his feet. I didn’t see the chord thing this time. Casper strode over to the window, a giddy smile curling on the edges of his lips.
He pressed his palm against the glass, and I was already grabbing my notepad and a pen. But then his mother’s words sliced through my thoughts. I was back inside my lounge, foggy headed, the stink of pool cleaner still thick at the back of my nose and throat.
Mrs Wilder loomed over me, my paper-doll she had ravaged sticking from the doll-house on mom’s coffee table constructed from our letters. “I hope you understand that if you talk to, or even breathe the same air as my children again, I will rip you apart too.”
Her breath was heavy in my face. I couldn’t help looking at Mrs Becker for help, but her eyes were equally as cruel. I watched perfectly manicured nails pick up one of the four Wilder dolls, making it dance around in circles.
“Do you understand me, Phoebe?”
“Yes.” I said, my words twisted on my tongue.
“I… I understand.”
The memory was painful enough to feel physical knives digging into my gut. Mrs Wilder had made it clear that if I pursued her children, she was going to hurt me. Mom, too. I dropped my notepad and pen. Casper was still smiling at me. His eyes were vacant. He had no idea who I was after months of us talking. Mrs Wilder had taken all of it away. Including him breaking apart and waking up as a confused shell with no name. “Hello.” Casper’s lips mouthed the words, and I took several steps back, my heart in my throat.
He didn’t even blink. I watched his expression fail to flicker and wondered just how the fuck had I never noticed there was something wrong with him in the months I knew him. I watched him search his desk for a notepad and pen. Maybe seeing me was unravelling something inside him, I thought. Maybe I could try and wake him up again. At the back of my mind, however, I could still see my little paper doll’s head being torn off, its body ripped apart.
“What’s your name?” Casper had written in bubble writing. It’s like everything had been reset. His frenzied and wild eyes, that desperation to escape. Gone.
His handwriting was boiling my blood. Just looking at this perfect calligraphy which wasn’t even his. It had been forced onto him. Because Mrs Wilder expected this boy to be the perfect son, a creative prodigy like his siblings. I looked for a splinter in his eyes, just a glimpse that he was still in there. Still fighting whatever his ‘mother’ had done to him. But I saw nothing. I saw a blank fucking slate.
“Phoebe.” I mouthed.
Inclining his head, he scribbled a follow up message. “Can you write it down?”
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I shut my curtains, blocking him and his message out. Then I jumped into bed, turned off my light, and dreamed I was that paper-doll with no mouth to scream with, as Mrs Wilder slowly tore me limb from limb. The next day felt like a blur. I don’t think I snapped out of it until mom poked me with the prongs of her fork, tearing me from a scenario I was going over in my head.
If Casper was a prisoner, were his siblings too? I’d only caught a glimpse of Issac and Freddie Wilder. Mrs Wilder talked of being pregnant with four children. But she spoke like she had lost them. So, my guess was that she had kidnapped four teenager’s in their place—and was raising them as her dead children. “Are you okay, honey?”
Mom’s voice slid through my thoughts, and I realised I had been pushing my pasta around my plate. I wasn’t really hungry.
Mom had made this sort of red pepper spaghetti, but every time I tried to take a mouthful, I was seeing spatters of scarlet running from Casper’s temples, dripping down his face and smudged on the glass of his window. THUD. The image of him slamming his head into the pane, wild eyes and twisted lips, an agonising panic bringing him to the edge of hysteria caught me off guard, and my fork slipped through my fingers, tomato sauce slowly creeping its way back up my throat.
Fuck. I couldn’t forget about him. I couldn’t leave him and block him out after his mother had threatened me. Because if I didn’t help him, who would? It was my word against the town.
Mom cleared her throat
“Phoebe, are you listening to me?”
“Huh?”
“I said, have you been abiding by the rules?” Mom twirled pasta around her fork and took a dainty bite. Since joining Mrs Becker’s book club I had noticed a certain gleam in her eye. Like she was looking through me. “You haven’t been talking to the Wilder children, have you?”
“No.”
After three mouthfuls of spaghetti, I ended up with half of my dinner dripping down my face.
Mom grabbed a napkin, handing it to me. “Clean yourself up. You are seventeen, not seven.” Her expression softened. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
“Yes.” I said, struggling to appear it. I knew she could see my sleep circles.
“Have you been talking to the Wilder kids? I’ll know if you have.”
Technically, I had been communicating with him. But it was one-sided.
Still though, paranoia turned my thoughts against me. Shovelling down spaghetti, I spoke through a mouthful. “No.”
She handed me another napkin. “So, if I talk to Mrs Wilder…”
“Mom.” I grabbed her hand, squeezing it for dear life. Mrs Wilder knew, I thought dizzily. She must have known Casper’s attempt to talk to me, even if he was exactly who she wanted him to be. Still under her demented control. But it was confusing me just how she had that control. This wasn’t a movie or a TV show.
Mind control didn’t exist, right? And if it did, it was barely even a thing—induced by cocktails of drugs and torture. Casper didn’t look like he’d been tortured.
Except that thing inside his head… my thoughts grew foggy, and I was suddenly overcome with emotion. What I meant to tell her was all about what I had seen, and what Mrs Wilder had done to me. Though knowing what the woman was capable of, and thinking about that chord-like thing which surely had been forced into the back of Casper Wilder’s skull… “Can we just…move?” I choked out. “I want to move. I hate it here.” I gestured around.
“I hate this house. It’s too big, I feel like I’m lost every time I go upstairs. I hate school. The kids there freak me out.” Holding her gaze, I curled my lip. “And I hate our stupid neighbors.”
“Phoebe.” Mom’s tone darkened. “What did I tell you about being respectful?”
“It’s not like they can hear us!” I spat. “Did they fit cameras in here, mom? I wouldn’t be surprised! We’re under draconian rules!”
“Young lady, you are acting like a child.” She said stiffly. “Take several deep breaths and tell me what is wrong.”
“I’m fine.” I whispered.
“No, you are not.” Mom sipped red wine. “I know when there is something wrong with my daughter, and you cannot look me in the eye.”
I took a sharp breath and forced myself to stay calm. “Mom.” I sputtered through a sob. “It’s Mrs Wilder. She… she did something to me.”
Mom’s expression twisted. “What?”
“The other night,” I forced out. The images were flooding my head. Smouldering orange tearing its way through paper white. “She knocked me out, and she had this… dollhouse. And four paper dolls.”
I heaved out a breath. “She threatened me, mom. Mrs Wilder threatened me, and I need you to believe me.” I grabbed for her hand again, my own trembling. “Casper Wilder is not her son.” I said. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Wrong. They felt like a time bomb. “I think she kidnapped him. All of them. And she’s brainwashed them into thinking they’re her real kids.” There was a pause, and my mom’s expression didn’t change. So, I continued. “We need to call the police.” I reiterated. “Okay? You’re listening to me, aren’t you?” I swallowed sobs wracking my chest. “Because… you’re my mom. And you’re supposed to believe me.”
She surprised me with an eye-roll. “You are being ridiculous.”
THUD.
It felt like the walls were suddenly closing in. I could smell the stink of pool cleaner and Mrs Wilder’s perfume intoxicating my senses.
THUD.
I was seeing Casper slamming his head into his window once again, his eyes alive with a light I couldn’t understand. Like something was entwined inside his pupil.
THUD.
“Help me.”
God, it wouldn’t stop.
His voice. It was driving me crazy.
“I don’t know who I am.” Casper’s sobs echoed. “I don’t… I don’t fucking know who I am! I can’t remember… I can’t remember who I am!”
I could see his words clear in my mind, red scrawled against white until they were barely readable.
WHO.
AM.
I?
WHO AM I? WHO AM I? WHO AM I? I DON’T KNOW WHO I AM. THAT WOMAN IS NOT MY MOM.
I was going to be sick.
“Mom,” The words were choking from my mouth before I could stop them. I didn’t mean to sound so childlike, but that is exactly what I felt like. A child. I was alone. Drowning.
Looking at my mother’s curled lips, her eyes burning right through me, I felt myself start to come apart.
Like that stupid doll.
“Mom, please—”
She cut me off with a snort. “What? Is this because you're not allowed to talk to the boy next door? You’re creating your own narrative, and it’s… endearing. Childlike, but you are a child after all." Mom chuckled. “Sweetie, I know you love your mysteries, and sure, I can understand the cliché Romeo and Juliet thing going on, but really, there are plenty more fish in the sea. You don’t have to make up ridiculous scenarios.”
I let go of her hand, my toes curling. They didn’t sound like her words. They were someone else’s.
What was she talking about, ridiculous scenarios? Did my mother really think I was capable of imagining all of this shit?
I couldn’t reply. Not when part of me wondered if these were even her words. I had a strong suspicion my mom was just a puppet.
Like someone was talking through her.
“Do you like him?” Mom pressed. In her eyes, I could see Mrs Wilder was asking that question. “Is that why you’re being so… “ She trailed off with a sigh, and I glimpsed her fingers tighten around her wine glass, pressing enough pressure to leave marks on the rim. “Difficult?”
Mom’s lips splintered into a grin which wasn’t hers, and something inside me snapped. She was joking around.
When Casper was suffering, a prisoner of his own mind, my mother was treating me like I was fucking love-sick.
"No!" I shook my head. “No, I want to move.” I whispered. “I want to go back to our old house.”
“That’s not going to happen, sweetie. You know I can’t just leave my job. Phoebe, you’re a senior at school. You have SAT’S.”
“But—"
Her expression softened. “You’ll grow to like it. Don’t worry.” She said, before standing up and carrying our plates to the faucet. “I have a late shift tonight, so I expect your best behaviour.” I barely felt mom press a kiss to my forehead.
Her presence felt strange, like I wasn’t even seeing my mother. After what she said, I was sure her words were being pupiteered. When mom went to work, after yelling that there were leftovers on the counter, I was left with the soundtrack of a stupid dripping tap, and our humming refrigerator. I made several promises to myself in the time I was in the kitchen.
I would save Casper and his siblings, and then I’d force mom to drive all of us out of town. There were logistics I didn’t want to think about. These were feverish thoughts which controlled me. I had to get them out of that house. Time seemed to go by slowly. When I lifted my head from where I’d been staring at leftover meatballs I dropped onto the table, my phone vibrated in my jeans. Pulling it out, there was a DM regarding my post I wrote on here.
I read it. Then I read it again and again until I could process it.
“Film it. Literally get evidence of what is going on with Casper. You need people to believe you. And if people are going to believe you, you need to make a scene. If you want that house stormed, make as much noise as possible. I know it sounds stupid, but think about it like this. All you need is attention. Mrs Wilder can’t hide from the world if you show the world what’s going on. Good luck, Phoebe. Please be safe.”
-- A friend.
I was shaking when I knocked on the Wilder’s door fifteen minutes later. I knew exactly how to cause a scene.
Mrs Wilder answered, her expression cross between frustrated and bewildered. But I could barely focus on her, or the fact that she was holding a ladle like a weapon. The second the door opened revealing Casper’s mom drowning in a homely golden light, something slammed into me. Nothing physical, though it might as well have been. I forced myself to breathe through the stink which hit me like a brick to the face, suffocating my nose and mouth. Lavender. Not just lavender. The expensive flowers mom would get grocery shopping.
The ones which made me sneeze when I leaned too close. The house stunk of flowers—and that was just from standing on the threshold. But I knew better. I knew, once sweet smelling salts and flowers entwined in my senses, that the stink was to cover something up. And the more I edged closer over the threshold, the true smell of the Wilder house began to snake into my nose. Rot. I had once left a donut under my bed as a kid as an experiment to see if I could grow a whole new species. But this wasn’t mouldy food. It was far more potent. More like a decaying animal.
“Phoebe!” Mrs Wilder folded her arms across her apron. “I’m sorry, were my instructions not clear?” She cocked her head, an amused smile curving on her lips. She was triumphant, knowing exactly how to get under my skin. “Are you aware of what a restraining order is?”
Ignoring the smell choking the air, I held up my phone. “I’m live on Instagram.” I said. “Can I come in?”
I’m not sure why, but seeing her cheeks turn white made me feel like I was the one in control. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Live.” I repeated with a cheery wave. “On Instagram.”
I expected her to shove me back, or call out my bluff (yes, I was bluffing). Instead though, the women’s resolve seemed to crumble, her expression twisting, fear igniting in her eyes. She stammered for a moment, her gaze flashing to my phone before she wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to force a nod. “This is my house.” Her voice came out in a hiss.
Mrs Wilder was talking straight to the camera, and clearly faking terror. “Phoebe Daly, this is far past your usual games. This is… this is trespassing! Do you hear me? I’m calling the police!” Mrs Wilder didn’t call the police.
She held her phone to her ear but didn’t dare dial a number. I could see her options flitting across her eyes.
Was she going to attack me, or play it cool? Playing it cool, it was. With a face like thunder, she stumbled aside when I took a step forward and asked to be let inside. I wasn’t live on Instagram. I had barely 10 followers.
But she didn’t know that. Instead of being live, I was filming everything with my normal phone camera, angled at a height so she couldn’t slap it out of my hands. Watching her stumble back, panic twisting her expression into fury and frustration filled me with satisfaction. I had her. The crazy witch really thought I was streaming. I used that to my advantage, making sure to commentate to my imaginary audience as she led me down the main hallway, and I made sure to point the camera at everything I could see. Kids photographs covered neat paintwork.
But they were all different young children taken from a distance. Towards the end of the hall, what I saw did send my heart into my gut. And for a moment—just a brief second—I actually felt sympathy for Casper’s mom.
Four ultrasound’s.
I didn’t let the camera linger on them, instead going to the woman herself, who was following me, trying and failing to stall my effort to delve further inside the house. She stepped in front of me with a huff. “Phoebe. That is enough! You have terrorised me to no end!” her voice rose into a whine. “Whoever you are, Phoebe’s friends! This brat is targeting my children!”
“Casper!” I yelled, ignoring her. “Are you there?”
No answer.
My heart dropped into my gut, though I wasn’t giving up. I had the advantage, and I had to play to it.
“Casper!”
I ran up the first few steps leading upstairs, but Mrs Wilder seemed far too focused on shielding the door at the end of the hall.
“What’s in the kitchen?” I asked with a lump in my throat. Backing down the stairs, I made my way towards her.
“Nothing is in the kitchen!” she spat back, feigning innocence. “We’re having dinner if you must know. And you are ruining it!”
I shook my head. “This is Mrs Wilder,” I announced, pointing the phone at her. “She is holding four teenagers against their will and claiming them as her own children.” I said smoothly. When we reached a sliding glass door leading into the kitchen, I grabbed the handle with force.
Her rough hand slammed over mine, claw-like fingernails slicing my flesh. “Get out of my house,” she said stiffly. “Young lady, you are trespassing on my property.” Every word came out in globules of saliva hitting me in the face. “I have never met such a disruptive and outright disrespectful child without discipline. Your mother should be ashamed of herself.” She shot a nervous look at my phone camera.
“Where’s Mrs Becker?” I asked.
“What?”
Mrs Becker.” I repeated. “She helped you kidnap and scare me into staying quiet the other day. So, where is she?”
She spluttered, clearly caught off guard. “You are delusional!”
“Then show me them.” I said, pointing the camera at the door. “Your children, Mrs Wilder. I want you to show me Issac, Matilda, Freddie, and…” I swallowed hard. “And Casper.” Ignoring her steel grasp on the door handle, I pulled it open, trying to ignore the sudden squawking noise which had escaped her mouth, slamming into my ears. I can’t describe it. Mom has spoken about a mother instinct, and I wonder if it truly was that. This was animalistic. Feral.
Immediately, Mrs Wilder was behind me like a beast, her trembling arms trying to grasp hold of me and drag me back violently. But I was stronger, and desperate. I had to know the Wilder's secret. Stepping over the threshold, I was first aware of a far dimmer light. And when I fully focused on the room, I realised I was seeing candlelight. In front of me was a hardwood dining room table, and five chairs—four of which were occupied. The kitchen was a copy of our own. Except ours had always been lit up and bright.
It felt more like I was stepping inside a cave. An orangeade blur illuminated each face. Three out of four bodies sat stiff, almost… doll like. Mechanical. The way the three were facing me. Their expressions matched perfectly. Wide eyes and wider grins splitting lips apart. I drank each Wilder kid in slowly, as my brain struggled to take in the real horror of the room. What I was failing to fully take in. I couldn’t. I don’t think I could physically understand what I was seeing. I was aware my phone had slipped from my fingers, that I was paralysed to the spot.
The smell of stink and rot, I thought.
It was them.
I couldn’t move. There were three boys, and one girl. Matilda Wilder was a mousey redhead while her brothers were all brunettes. She wore a purple dress which fit her perfectly, her hair tied into pigtails with red ribbons. Issac and Freddie Wilder sat shoulder to shoulder.
They were the twins, I thought dizzily. They were identical twins in Mrs Wilder’s eyes, but these guys looked nothing like each other—one of them sporting a handsome face and razor jawline, while the other had an odd looking nose and jutting chin. Still though, I could tell Mrs Wilder had made an effort to make them look… beautiful. Perfect. I could see her attempt at stitching their lips together.
It wasn’t their appearance that was gluing me to the ground, however. Because looking closer, past the made-up faces on both the boys and the girls, the ribbons and fancy clothes and empty eyes staring right through me, soft candlelight was slowly bringing them to life in front of me. These kids had been hidden away for so long, and I was finally seeing them for who they were. My gaze flicked to each of them. I was seeing… stitches. I was seeing rugged stitches and gashes in their flesh, patchwork skin making up fingers and elbows and cheeks. They had been taken apart over and over again and put back together.
Matilda’s neck was a collage of flesh, rugged markings where a marker pen had clumsily sliced into her skin and pieced her like a jigsaw through mangled body parts and anything left over. Freddie and Isaac’s heads were cocked at an angle, and looking closer I glimpsed the bad stitch-job which had knitted them together.
I could see it in all of them. None of these kids were their original selves. They reminded me of dolls built through old doll pieces. I didn’t know I was screaming until the gravity of the situation hit me, and I realised I was suffocating on dead skin which made them up, their bodies stitched and knitted together, transforming them into her ideal children. Flickering candlelight revealed the last Wilder kid.
There were two significant things which were different about Casper.
The first, was that he must have been her most recent. He was her most… original—and the second? Unlike the others, he was awake.
Until that moment, Casper had been sitting amongst his siblings, head cocked to the side like the others, catatonic.
His dazed eyes slowly found mine—and I glimpsed recognition flickering in his expression, his rigid body starting to contort back to life. He was her paper-doll.
But Casper wasn’t finished.
“Phoebe?” When the boy spoke, his voice was barely a whimper. Frenzied eyes flicked from Matilda to Issac and Freddie, all of which were still wearing their perfect smiles. I noticed the rugged skin of his neck, and my heart sank.
Something was moving behind him, and I forced myself to step forwards. I glimpsed that same chord-like thing. This time it was fully attacked to him. No, it was buried directly inside his head. A sour paste crept up my throat when I saw the carnivorous hole burrowing deeper inside his head. I could glimpse the intense white of chipped skull and a strange looking fluid leaking out —but it looked… wrong. I’ve always imagined the internals of someone’s brain to be pinkish grey. Though what I was seeing was more like a black ooze sliding down the back of his neck. It reminded me of squid-ink. Definitely not blood.
It looked like he had been shot in the head, or had been pulled out of the operating theatre mid-surgery. And somehow, he was still alive. Just like the description, the chord-thing seemed to be attached in two places—to the back of the head, directly on the brain, and stapled to his spine. The device was humming, but I don’t think it was working.
Casper was looking directly at me, and the way his body was angled was different to his siblings. Instead of sitting straight, he was trying and failing to jump to his feet, his eyes wide, almost unseeing. I could see that frustration and anger, that pain from the other night alive in his face. I opened my mouth to speak, though Casper was already lifting a trembling hand, his fingers twining around the chord and giving a pathetic tug. A thin line of dark red, almost black, slid from his nostril.
I knew it was him. “Can you… can you get… it… out?” His hand found the chord again, and his grasp slipped. “Please.” He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. “There’s something… in my… my head, and I need you to… I need you to fucking get it out…. right now.”
“Casper.” I couldn’t resist a relieved hiss. “This woman.” I twisted and pointed at Mrs Wilder.
“Who is she to you?”
The kid blinked, his eyes narrowing. He jolted, twisting around to try and see the thing attached to him. “Why would I know her? Get this shit out of my head!”
He let out a hysterical yell. His cry was more of a demand, and that nameless boy underneath splintered doll pieces began to unravel.
“Get it out.” He kept repeating. “Fucking get it out! There’s something inside my head!”
I nodded, choking back a cry.
He slammed his hands down, but seemingly couldn’t move from the chair. “What the fuck.” He side eyed the others. “What the fuck is this?”
I struggled to answer without screaming myself. “Stuff.” I managed to get out through a sputter. “Can you stand up?”
“What?” He blinked rapidly at me, I was seeing it again. That odd light flickering in his pupils.
“No. I can’t move!”
The humming grew louder, and at the corner of my eye, that thing seemed to dig deeper inside his head.
More blood spurted from his nose, and I could tell that he was fighting it.
The boy’s eyes found mine, his words tangling into an almost slur. “Get it out! I can’t… I can’t fucking think straight. I…. I….”
His eyes rolled back for a moment before he shook his head, lunging against the chair. His head twitched. “I don’t know I am.”
I couldn’t move. Watching this thing take control in real time, it was both fascinating and horrifying, sending my knees buckling.
“Who… who am I?”
His whole head twitched, like he was glitching.
“I know her. I… I know her. I’m her… I’m her son… I’m her s—son.”
Casper hummed, his twitching lips pricking into a demented smile. “I’ll always know her. She’s the one who… who s---saved me.”
Choking on a shade too vivid and dark to be blood, he sputtered, his head drooping.
“Mom?” Casper spoke through mouthfuls of pooling black. He lifted his head, unseeing eyes blinking in dim candlelight. The chord-like thing sounded more like it was drilling into his brain, and I knew I was fucked when his lips spread out into a childlike smile, and he swayed to the left and then the right, the light in his eyes burning. “There’s… water.” He whispered. “So… so cold. I’m so cold.” His voice broke.
“I don’t… want to be cold.”
“You won’t be cold.” Mrs Wilder’s voice was a sharp cry behind me. “Ever again. Your mom is here.”
“Promise? You n… need to… prom…promise me.” His teeth chattered. “You need to… tell me… I won’t… be cold. That my mom… is coming.”
“I promise, darling.”
“Mommy?”
“No,” I swallowed back frustrated tears. “Casper, she’s not your mother!”
His next words split into a guttural screech which almost sent him toppling off of the chair. He grabbed at his head, clawing at face.
But the more he was tugging, the machine fought against him. I could see metallic clamp-like legs stubbornly holding on.
His next words were mangled between cries from his conscious self, and whatever the fuck his ‘mother’ was forcing into his head.
And yet it barely grazed my ears. I was trying to figure out how to get that monumental THING out of his brain. There was no way I could just pull it out. That could kill him, right?
I started forwards to grab him, to try and pry the clamp off his spine, before I was being smothered with the stink of rich lavender. I hadn’t noticed Mrs Wilder swipe up my phone. She was holding it up in the air. “Live? You were never filming anything, you stupid girl! Do you understand what you have done?” She laughed—and I mean cackled like a witch. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
I got one last glimpse of Casper. His whole body was jerking under the chord inside his head, but he wasn’t crying out anymore.
Before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged back, and in front of me a Wilder boy shoving his struggling brother back into the chair. I didn’t have time to cry out.
With strength I had no idea the crazy bitch had, I was being violently yanked by my hair. And while I was flailing, I saw the ultrasound’s once again. Looking closer though, each one had a different name. A different mother. My head spun. That couldn’t be right. Mrs Wilder told me she was pregnant with four children, so who’s ultrasound’s were these? And why had she framed them? I didn’t have time to check it out.
I was dumped on my ass and the door was slammed straight in my face. I tried to get back in, throwing my fists into the door, until my own mother’s arms were pulling me back. I was hysterical. I couldn’t breathe, and mom wasn’t getting through to me. I’d kicked and thrown myself into the door, attracting the attention of our neighbours. That’s what I wanted. I wanted one of them to call the police, and when I picked up a brick, struggling against mom’s attempt to restrain me, and throwing it through the Wilder’s front window, I finally got it.
Two cops arrived, and I was so relieved I almost sobbed into one officer's chest. While my mom was trying and failing to explain my “breakdown” I begged them to take a look inside. And I was loud. I was screaming.
Which they couldn’t ignore.
“Phoebe!” I was partially aware of mom’s voice trying to calm me down, but I all I could see was that thing in Casper’s head, and his siblings made from knitted flesh. When the officer’s exited the Wilder’s house after five painful minutes waiting, I stumbled over to the two.
“Well?” I demanded, shoving away my mom. “Did you see them?” I yelled. “She’s turned them into… into dolls!” I was already going on a tangent, hysteria plunging me further into my own insanity.
“They’re not her children.” I gritted out. “She kidnapped and.. and stitched them up like… like Frankenstein! Mrs Wilder likes dolls! She had this paper-doll of me when she kidnapped me and lit it on fire to threaten me because I was talking to Casper. And he… he’s one of them, and not even her son! She’s controlling his mind with this thing stuck inside—"
“That’s enough!” Mom snapped.
The officer in front of me chuckled. “Breathe, kid!” He said. “Jeez. You’re not even giving us time to talk.”
“What?”
Instead of speaking to me directly, the officer turned to mom. “There’s nothing out of the ordinary, ma’am.” He said. “The Wilder’s were enjoying a family dinner, and…” his gaze flashed to me. “Well. It appears someone ruined it. There are no current reports of child abduction.”
I couldn’t resist a laugh. “Are you serious? Did you not… did you not see—”
He cut me off. “There they are!” He chuckled. “The Wilder siblings!” The officer saluted the four of them who had wandered outside trailing their mother. Ignoring the other three, I made my way over to Casper. But he looked… I don’t know, he looked like he usually did through his window? There were no stitches or patchwork skin. He was wearing a beanie, and I reached to yank it off, when his hand caught mine.
He was freezing cold.
His skin felt almost slimy, like I was touching the skin of a dead fish. I wanted to hold on, to force the cops to believe me, but he was already speaking—his voice was different, a lot deeper than the hysterical cry of the boy underneath. “Mom?” Casper’s eyes were cold. He shoved my hand away before taking a shaky step back. Like I was crazy. He quickly joined his siblings.
“Who is this girl?”
“We’re going home.” Mom said, grasping my arm. “Can’t you see you’ve embarrassed me enough?”
“Phoebe, huh?”
I turned to find the other Wilder kids. The guy with the jawline still had that doll-like smile. “Please leave our brother alone.”
I couldn’t resist spitting at him. “He’s not your brother. You’re brainwashed.”
Something in his expression seemed to twitch suddenly. Mom tried to pull me back, but I stubbornly stayed where I was.
Issac or Freddie cocked his head. “Brain... washed?"
He started to speak, before Mrs Wilder ushered them all away. But I did notice him turn back to frown at me.
Needless to say, I was grounded—and threatened with a restraining order.
That didn’t stop me peeking through the gap in Casper’s curtains that night. I caught him stumbling around, struggling to get the chord-thing out of his head with manic hands. He came over to the window several times, his bloody hands slamming into the window before slipping away. I'm not sure, but I don't think he knew why his legs kept drawing him to the window.
Mrs Wilder joined him soon after, forcing him to bite into something plastic, as she led him to sit on the bed, her fingers wrapping around the chord, and yanking it out. I didn't hear his scream, but his reaction to it, body writhing, eyes squeezing shut, I knew he could feel it. And part of him was awake. Just part of him.
Not the parts who knew our window sessions and his horrifying reality.
Casper came to his window all bandaged up. He didn’t hold up a message, and his eyes were vacant.
Though his expression told me everything I needed to know.
Engines woke me up several hours later. It was midnight. Sliding out of bed, my gaze went straight to Casper’s window. But it was dark. I pressed my face against my own window and glimpsed Mrs Wilder standing on her lawn in her robe.
A car pulled up, and the cop from earlier jumped out. In his arms was what looked like a body bag. He dropped it on the ground. “Freshly dead.” He said, when I opened my window to hear what was being said. “Car crash. Victim is male. Eighteen years old.” He folded his arms with a light laugh. “I got him straight from the morgue. His parents think there’s no body.” Both of them knelt next to the bag, and Mrs Wilder zipped it open with a hiss.
When the bag jolted suddenly, I realised the body was still alive.
The officer stumbled back. “Jesus. I didn’t even use that much. You said a single shot, right?”
“Mmm.”
Mrs Wilder pulled out a carving knife from her robe, and I felt my entire body turn to ice.
The cop raised a brow. “You came prepared.”
She sighed, her hands on her hips. “He’s spare parts. The expiry is approaching which is why they’re… acting out.”
With startling precision, she aimed the knife above what I guessed was the body’s head, before bringing it down with a sickening crunch. The bag stopped squirming.
I can’t remember anything else from that night.
My mother was gone the next morning. A paper doll replica of her was sitting next to a note and a plate of freshly baked cookies.

“Dearest, Phoebe.
I baked these thinking of you! And my, you should be grateful I have even bothered to do this after playing your games last night. Honestly, I am not the monster you think I am. Your mom asked me to let you know she will be busy with me for a few hours.
I’ve been asked to take care of you, so here are some chocolate cookies! Please maintain the rule I set in place and do not go near or talk to my children. I’m sure you know what will happen if you happen to slip up. I took the liberty of asking your mother to fit specialised devices in your room so I know when you are talking to my son. Writing equipment has been taken away. I hope we can be friends and I can start calling you my daughter. If something were to happen to your mom, do not worry. I will take you in. I want you to remember that.
Love,
Mrs Wilder.
PS: I can’t wait for you to (not) meet my newest son!
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2023.03.29 02:20 code_hunter_cc Apache AuthType Not set *Internal 500 Error*

Apache
I have been trying to set up a local development within my Mac, but keep running into this, I've been looking around but unsure how to approach.
Here is the error_log from Apache
[Mon Jan 27 16:00:43 2014] [crit] [client ::1] configuration error: couldn't perform authentication. AuthType not set!: / I have edited attributes within my httpd.conf and httpd.vhosts.conf.
Could anyone please shed some light, new to setting up an environment like this, previously used the MAMP program.
EDIT
httpd.conf
```

This is the main Apache HTTP server configuration file. It contains the# configuration directives that give the server its instructions.# See http://httpd.apache.org/docs/2.2> for detailed information.# In particular, see# http://httpd.apache.org/docs/2.2/mod/directives.html># for a discussion of each configuration directive.## Do NOT simply read the instructions in here without understanding# what they do. They're here only as hints or reminders. If you are unsure# consult the online docs. You have been warned.## Configuration and logfile names: If the filenames you specify for many# of the server's control files begin with "/" (or "drive:/" for Win32), the# server will use that explicit path. If the filenames do not begin# with "/", the value of ServerRoot is prepended -- so "log/foolog"# with ServerRoot set to "/usr" will be interpreted by the# server as "/uslog/foo_log".## ServerRoot: The top of the directory tree under which the server's# configuration, error, and log files are kept.## Do not add a slash at the end of the directory path. If you point# ServerRoot at a non-local disk, be sure to point the LockFile directive# at a local disk. If you wish to share the same ServerRoot for multiple# httpd daemons, you will need to change at least LockFile and PidFile.#ServerRoot "/usr"## Listen: Allows you to bind Apache to specific IP addresses and/or# ports, instead of the default. See also the # directive.## Change this to Listen on specific IP addresses as shown below to# prevent Apache from glomming onto all bound IP addresses.##Listen 12.34.56.78:80Listen 80## Dynamic Shared Object (DSO) Support## To be able to use the functionality of a module which was built as a DSO you# have to place corresponding LoadModule' lines at this location so the# directives contained in it are actually available _before_ they are used.# Statically compiled modules (those listed byhttpd -l') do not need# to be loaded here.## Example:# LoadModule foo_module modules/mod_foo.so#LoadModule authn_file_module libexec/apache2/mod_authn_file.soLoadModule authn_dbm_module libexec/apache2/mod_authn_dbm.soLoadModule authn_anon_module libexec/apache2/mod_authn_anon.soLoadModule authn_dbd_module libexec/apache2/mod_authn_dbd.soLoadModule authn_default_module libexec/apache2/mod_authn_default.soLoadModule authz_host_module libexec/apache2/mod_authz_host.soLoadModule authz_groupfile_module libexec/apache2/mod_authz_groupfile.soLoadModule authz_user_module libexec/apache2/mod_authz_user.soLoadModule authz_dbm_module libexec/apache2/mod_authz_dbm.soLoadModule authz_owner_module libexec/apache2/mod_authz_owner.soLoadModule authz_default_module libexec/apache2/mod_authz_default.soLoadModule auth_basic_module libexec/apache2/mod_auth_basic.soLoadModule auth_digest_module libexec/apache2/mod_auth_digest.soLoadModule cache_module libexec/apache2/mod_cache.soLoadModule disk_cache_module libexec/apache2/mod_disk_cache.soLoadModule mem_cache_module libexec/apache2/mod_mem_cache.soLoadModule dbd_module libexec/apache2/mod_dbd.soLoadModule dumpio_module libexec/apache2/mod_dumpio.soLoadModule reqtimeout_module libexec/apache2/mod_reqtimeout.soLoadModule ext_filter_module libexec/apache2/mod_ext_filter.soLoadModule include_module libexec/apache2/mod_include.soLoadModule filter_module libexec/apache2/mod_filter.soLoadModule substitute_module libexec/apache2/mod_substitute.soLoadModule deflate_module libexec/apache2/mod_deflate.soLoadModule log_config_module libexec/apache2/mod_log_config.soLoadModule log_forensic_module libexec/apache2/mod_log_forensic.soLoadModule logio_module libexec/apache2/mod_logio.soLoadModule log_forensic_module libexec/apache2/mod_log_forensic.soLoadModule logio_module libexec/apache2/mod_logio.soLoadModule env_module libexec/apache2/mod_env.soLoadModule mime_magic_module libexec/apache2/mod_mime_magic.soLoadModule cern_meta_module libexec/apache2/mod_cern_meta.soLoadModule expires_module libexec/apache2/mod_expires.soLoadModule headers_module libexec/apache2/mod_headers.soLoadModule ident_module libexec/apache2/mod_ident.soLoadModule usertrack_module libexec/apache2/mod_usertrack.so#LoadModule unique_id_module libexec/apache2/mod_unique_id.soLoadModule setenvif_module libexec/apache2/mod_setenvif.soLoadModule version_module libexec/apache2/mod_version.soLoadModule proxy_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy.soLoadModule proxy_connect_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy_connect.soLoadModule proxy_ftp_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy_ftp.soLoadModule proxy_http_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy_http.soLoadModule proxy_scgi_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy_scgi.soLoadModule proxy_ajp_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy_ajp.soLoadModule proxy_balancer_module libexec/apache2/mod_proxy_balancer.soLoadModule ssl_module libexec/apache2/mod_ssl.soLoadModule mime_module libexec/apache2/mod_mime.soLoadModule dav_module libexec/apache2/mod_dav.soLoadModule status_module libexec/apache2/mod_status.soLoadModule autoindex_module libexec/apache2/mod_autoindex.soLoadModule asis_module libexec/apache2/mod_asis.soLoadModule info_module libexec/apache2/mod_info.soLoadModule cgi_module libexec/apache2/mod_cgi.soLoadModule dav_fs_module libexec/apache2/mod_dav_fs.soLoadModule vhost_alias_module libexec/apache2/mod_vhost_alias.soLoadModule negotiation_module libexec/apache2/mod_negotiation.soLoadModule dir_module libexec/apache2/mod_dir.soLoadModule imagemap_module libexec/apache2/mod_imagemap.soLoadModule actions_module libexec/apache2/mod_actions.soLoadModule speling_module libexec/apache2/mod_speling.soLoadModule userdir_module libexec/apache2/mod_userdir.soLoadModule alias_module libexec/apache2/mod_alias.soLoadModule rewrite_module libexec/apache2/mod_rewrite.so#LoadModule perl_module libexec/apache2/mod_perl.so#LoadModule php5_module libexec/apache2/libphp5.soLoadModule hfs_apple_module libexec/apache2/mod_hfs_apple.soLoadModule hfs_apple_module libexec/apache2/mod_hfs_apple.so# # actions unrelated to filetype. These can be either built into the server # or added with the Action directive (see below) # # To use CGI scripts outside of ScriptAliased directories: # (You will also need to add "ExecCGI" to the "Options" directive.) # #AddHandler cgi-script .cgi # For type maps (negotiated resources): #AddHandler type-map var # # Filters allow you to process content before it is sent to the client. # # To parse .shtml files for server-side includes (SSI): # (You will also need to add "Includes" to the "Options" directive.) # #AddType text/html .shtml #AddOutputFilter INCLUDES .shtml## The mod_mime_magic module allows the server to use various hints from the# contents of the file itself to determine its type. 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These values also provide defaults for# any containers you may define later in the file.## All of these directives may appear inside containers,# in which case these default settings will be overridden for the# virtual host being defined.### ServerAdmin: Your address, where problems with the server should be# e-mailed. This address appears on some server-generated pages, such# as error documents. e.g. [email protected]#ServerAdmin [email protected]## ServerName gives the name and port that the server uses to identify itself.# This can often be determined automatically, but we recommend you specify# it explicitly to prevent problems during startup.# This can often be determined automatically, but we recommend you specify# it explicitly to prevent problems during startup.## If your host doesn't have a registered DNS name, enter its IP address here.##ServerName www.example.com:80## DocumentRoot: The directory out of which you will serve your# documents. By default, all requests are taken from this directory, but# symbolic links and aliases may be used to point to other locations.#DocumentRoot "/Users/marks-c1/Sites/"## Each directory to which Apache has access can be configured with respect# to which services and features are allowed and/or disabled in that# directory (and its subdirectories).## First, we configure the "default" to be a very restrictive set of# features.# Options FollowSymLinks AllowOverride None Order deny,allow Require all granted## Note that from this point forward you must specifically allow# particular features to be enabled - so if something's not working as# you might expect, make sure that you have specifically enabled it# below.### This should be changed to whatever you set DocumentRoot to.# # # # Possible values for the Options directive are "None", "All", # or any combination of: # Indexes Includes FollowSymLinks SymLinksifOwnerMatch ExecCGI MultiViews # # Note that "MultiViews" must be named explicitly --- "Options All" # doesn't give it to you. # # The Options directive is both complicated and important. Please see # http://httpd.apache.org/docs/2.2/mod/core.html#options # for more information. # Options Indexes FollowSymLinks MultiViews # # AllowOverride controls what directives may be placed in .htaccess files. # It can be "All", "None", or any combination of the keywords: # Options FileInfo AuthConfig Limit # AllowOverride All # # Controls who can get stuff from this server. # Order allow,deny Allow from all## DirectoryIndex: sets the file that Apache will serve if a directory# is requested.# DirectoryIndex index.html## The following lines prevent .htaccess and .htpasswd files from being# viewed by Web clients.# The following lines prevent .htaccess and .htpasswd files from being# viewed by Web clients.#.([Hh][Tt][Dd][Ss][Ss])"> Order allow,deny Deny from all Satisfy All## Apple specific filesystem protection.# Order allow,deny Deny from all Satisfy All Order allow,deny Deny from all Satisfy All## ErrorLog: The location of the error log file.# If you do not specify an ErrorLog directive within a # container, error messages relating to that virtual host will be# logged here. If you do define an error logfile for a # container, that host's errors will be logged there and not here.#ErrorLog "/private/valog/apache2/error_log"## LogLevel: Control the number of messages logged to the error_log.# Possible values include: debug, info, notice, warn, error, crit,# alert, emerg.#LogLevel warn # # # The following directives define some format nicknames for use with # a CustomLog directive (see below). # LogFormat "%h %l %u %t \"%r\" %>s %b \"%{Referer}i\" \"%{User-Agent}i\"" combined LogFormat "%h %l %u %t \"%r\" %>s %b" common # You need to enable mod_logio.c to use %I and %O LogFormat "%h %l %u %t \"%r\" %>s %b \"%{Referer}i\" \"%{User-Agent}i\" %I %O" combinedio # # The location and format of the access logfile (Common Logfile Format). # If you do not define any access logfiles within a # container, they will be logged here. Contrariwise, if you do # define per- access logfiles, transactions will be # logged therein and not in this file. # CustomLog "/private/valog/apache2/access_log" common # # If you prefer a logfile with access, agent, and referer information # (Combined Logfile Format) you can use the following directive. # #CustomLog "/private/valog/apache2/access_log" combined # # Redirect: Allows you to tell clients about documents that used to # exist in your server's namespace, but do not anymore. The client # will make a new request for the document at its new location. # Example: # Redirect permanent /foo http://www.example.com/bar # # Alias: Maps web paths into filesystem paths and is used to # access content that does not live under the DocumentRoot. # Example: # access content that does not live under the DocumentRoot. # Example: # Alias /webpath /full/filesystem/path # # If you include a trailing / on /webpath then the server will # require it to be present in the URL. You will also likely # need to provide a section to allow access to # the filesystem path. # # ScriptAlias: This controls which directories contain server scripts. # ScriptAliases are essentially the same as Aliases, except that # documents in the target directory are treated as applications and # run by the server when requested rather than as documents sent to the # client. The same rules about trailing "/" apply to ScriptAlias # directives as to Alias. # ScriptAliasMatch /cgi-bin/((?!(?i:webobjects)).*$) "/Library/WebServeCGI-Executables/$1" # # ScriptSock: On threaded servers, designate the path to the UNIX # socket used to communicate with the CGI daemon of mod_cgid. # #Scriptsock /private/varun/cgisock## "/Library/WebServeCGI-Executables" should be changed to whatever your ScriptAliased# CGI directory exists, if you have that configured.# AllowOverride None Options None Order allow,deny Allow from all### DefaultType: the default MIME type the server will use for a document# if it cannot otherwise determine one, such as from filename extensions.# If your server contains mostly text or HTML documents, "text/plain" is# a good value. If most of your content is binary, such as applications# or images, you may want to use "application/octet-stream" instead to# keep browsers from trying to display binary files as though they are# text.#DefaultType text/plain # # TypesConfig points to the file containing the list of mappings from # filename extension to MIME-type. # TypesConfig /private/etc/apache2/mime.types # # AddType allows you to add to or override the MIME configuration # file specified in TypesConfig for specific file types. # #AddType application/x-gzip .tgz # # AddEncoding allows you to have certain browsers uncompress # information on the fly. Note: Not all browsers support this. # #AddEncoding x-compress .Z #AddEncoding x-gzip .gz .tgz # # If the AddEncoding directives above are commented-out, then you # probably should define those extensions to indicate media types: # AddType application/x-compress .Z AddType application/x-gzip .gz .tgz # # AddHandler allows you to map certain file extensions to "handlers": # actions unrelated to filetype. These can be either built into the server # or added with the Action directive (see below)## MaxRanges: Maximum number of Ranges in a request before# returning the entire resource, or one of the special# values 'default', 'none' or 'unlimited'.# Default setting is to accept 200 Ranges.#MaxRanges unlimited## EnableMMAP and EnableSendfile: On systems that support it,# memory-mapping or the sendfile syscall is used to deliver# files. This usually improves server performance, but must# be turned off when serving from networked-mounted# filesystems or if support for these functions is otherwise# broken on your system.##EnableMMAP off#EnableSendfile off# 6894961TraceEnable off# Supplemental configuration## The configuration files in the /private/etc/apache2/extra/ directory can be# included to add extra features or to modify the default configuration of# the server, or you may simply copy their contents here and change as# necessary.# Server-pool management (MPM specific)Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-mpm.conf# Multi-language error messages#Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-multilang-errordoc.conf# Fancy directory listingsInclude /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-autoindex.conf# Language settingsInclude /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-languages.conf# User home directories# User home directories#Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-userdir.conf# Real-time info on requests and configuration#Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-info.conf# Virtual hostsInclude /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-vhosts.conf# Local access to the Apache HTTP Server ManualInclude /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-manual.conf# Distributed authoring and versioning (WebDAV)#Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-dav.conf# Various default settings#Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-default.conf# Secure (SSL/TLS) connections#Include /private/etc/apache2/extra/httpd-ssl.conf## Note: The following must must be present to support# starting without SSL on platforms with no /dev/random equivalent# but a statically compiled-in mod_ssl.#SSLRandomSeed startup builtinSSLRandomSeed connect builtinInclude /private/etc/apache2/othe*.conf

``` httpd-vhosts.conf
```

Virtual Hosts## If you want to maintain multiple domains/hostnames on your# machine you can setup VirtualHost containers for them. Most configurations# use only name-based virtual hosts so the server doesn't need to worry about# IP addresses. This is indicated by the asterisks in the directives below.## Please see the documentation at # http://httpd.apache.org/docs/2.2/vhosts/># for further details before you try to setup virtual hosts.## You may use the command line option '-S' to verify your virtual host# configuration.## Use name-based virtual hosting.#NameVirtualHost *:80## VirtualHost example:# Almost any Apache directive may go into a VirtualHost container.# The first VirtualHost section is used for all requests that do not# match a ServerName or ServerAlias in any block.#ServerName localhostDocumentRoot "/Users/marks-c1/Sites/" ServerAdmin [email protected] DocumentRoot "/usdocs/dummy-host.example.com" ServerName dummy-host.example.com ServerAlias www.dummy-host.example.com ErrorLog "/private/valog/apache2/dummy-host.example.com-error_log" CustomLog "/private/valog/apache2/dummy-host.example.com-access_log" common

``` *** EDIT FORBIDDEN ***
Error Log
[Mon Jan 27 17:08:50 2014] [warn] module php5_module is already loaded, skippingWarning: DocumentRoot [/usdocs/dummy-host.example.com] does not existWarning: DocumentRoot [/usdocs/dummy-host2.example.com] does not exist[Mon Jan 27 17:08:50 2014] [notice] Digest: generating secret for digest authentication ...[Mon Jan 27 17:08:50 2014] [notice] Digest: done[Mon Jan 27 17:08:50 2014] [notice] Apache/2.2.24 (Unix) DAV/2 PHP/5.3.26 mod_ssl/2.2.24 OpenSSL/0.9.8y configured -- resuming normal operations
Answer link : https://codehunter.cc/a/apache/apache-authtype-not-set-internal-500-error
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2023.03.29 02:13 ilovesexyitalianmen TIFU by sending a stupid selfie to Gurdeep.

I work at this swanky-ass photo studio that specializes in high-end portraits for rich people. It's a dope job, but the pressure is real, and the customers are nothing but a bunch of old jack-asses.
One day, me and my co-workers decided to take some goofy-ass selfies. I snapped this one pic of myself with my tongue sticking out, it came up looking cross eyed, and shit like one of my cross eyed friend and we thought it was hilarious. So, I emailed it to myself to save it for later.
Fast forward a few days, and I'm hustling, getting some sample shots done for customers. I'm all up in my own head, trying to get shit done, when I accidentally attach that same dumb-ass selfie to one of the emails.
At first, I didn't notice what the fuck had happened. I just hit send and kept it moving. But then, I got this reply from the customer, and they were heated, yo. Like, they were cursing me out and shit, calling me unprofessional shit.
They name was Gurdeep and he was like yo motherfuker I’ll fuck you!
I said, “I don’t swing that way, I’m sorry I meant to send this to another client.”
He said, “fuck you motherfucker I see your white face and I know it is you fucker.”
So I keep apologizing as per company policy but the man is under no control.
I tried to convince him the picture was funny, but they wasn’t hearing it. Gurdeep even threatened to leave a bad review on Yelp. I was sweating bullets, thinking I was gonna get fired or something.
And that wasn't even the worst of it. See, I had another potential fuck up lurking in my ass. One of my co-workers asked me to send a sample shot of this family portrait to a customer, but I accidentally sent them the wrong damn photo. It was a pic of some other family, and they didn’t even look good.
I was so tired from dealing Gurdeep that I didn't realize my other fuck up. Now, this other customer was hella confused and pissed off, and I had to do some serious damage control.
On my way home from work, I was texting my girl about how much of a shitty day I had. I was venting and shit, not really paying attention to what I was saying.
Next thing I know, I hear this horn blaring behind me, and I look up to see that I'm driving in the wrong lane. I had completely drifted over, and if that other car hadn't honked, I might have gotten a free pass to Lil Peep.
I swerved back into my lane and pulled over to catch my breath. I was shaking like a fucking pussy, realizing how close I had come to fucking up my life more. But that wasn't even the end of it.
When I got home, I tried to chill and watch some TV to forget about my shitty ass moves. But then, I spilled a whole-ass bowl of chilli on my gf’s new off white rug. I was so mad that I punched the wall and put a hole in it.
Now the girl was mad that there was a whole in the wall and chilli in her rug so she up and went to her mom’s house.
TL;DR So, there you have it. One stupid-ass selfie, a pissed off customer, almost causing a car accident, and ruining my gf’s brand new rug. It was a bad day, to say the least. But hey, shit happens, right?
Edit: Gurdeep is one of my fav customers now but that’s a different story.
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2023.03.29 02:11 macmartijp14 [H] Over 200 Games Including Biomutant, Doom Eternal, Wasteland 3 Wolfenstein The New Order, Severed Steel, Just Cause 4 Ultimate Edition, and Much More [W] Scary Games To Play in the Dark / Wishlist/ Offers / Lists

US based, but games are not region locked. Just looking for games not paypal or TF2 keys.
IGS Flair: https://old.reddit.com/IGSRep/comments/lq221x/macmartijp14s_igs_rep_page/?
SGS Flair 30 + Confirmed Trades
Wishlist
Specifically looking for Mortuary Assistant, Blackout Club, Us and Them and SCP 5k from Scary Games to Play in the dark Bundle. I am open to other game offers as well.
Thank you and happy trading!

Games I have:
112 Operator
Aarklash: Legacy
The Amazing American Circus
American Fugitive
Amnesia: Rebirth
Amnesia: The Dark Descent + Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs:
A New Beginning – The Final Cut
Anomaly Complete Pack
Anomaly: Warzone Earth
Arcana Heart 3 LOVE MAX!!!!!
Automachef
The Battle of Polytopia
Beyond Eyes
Biomutant
Black Moon Chronicles
Blasphemous
Bomb the Monsters
Book of Demons
Broken Age:
Brothers: A tale of Two Sons
Call of Juarez: Gunslinger
CastleStorm
Chicago 1930: The Prohibition
Chris Sawyer's Locomotion
Cities In Motion 2
Cobi Treasure Deluxe
Cobra Kai The Karate Kid Saga Continues
Commandos 2 Men of Courage
Conarium
Creepy Tale
Crewsaders
Crush Your Enemies
Crying Suns
Cultures - 8th Wonder of the World
The Curse of Zigoris
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope
Deadly Days
Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
Death to Spies
Deceased
Deus Ex: Invisible War:
Doom Eternal
Drawful 2
Dreadout
Driftland: The Magic Revival
Drive!Drive!Drive!
Due Process
Encased
Encodya (gog.com)
Endless Space 2
Eldest Souls
E-Sports Life Tycoon
Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered
Fallen
Fallout 1
Fallout 76
Fallout New Vegas
First Class Trouble
Fling to the Finish
Full Throttle Remastered
Gift of Parathax
Going Under
Gone Home + Original Soundtrack
Gravity Wars
greenTech+ Legacy Edition
Grid Ultimate Edition
Grip Combat Racing + 4dlc
Grip Combat Racing
Guts N' Glory
Hero of the Kingdom: The Lost Tales 1
Hero's Hour
Hexologic
Hob
The Indie Mixtape
Iron Danger
Jane Angel: Templar Mystery
Jotun Valhalla Edition
Just Cause 4 Ultimate Edition
Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning – Fate Edition
King Oddball
King's Bounty: Warriors of the North
Koala Kids
Laserlife
Last Word
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2
Legion TD 2 – Multiplayer Tower Defense
Leisure Suit Larry 7 – Love for Sail
Liberated (GOG)
The Light Keeps Us Safe
The Long Dark
Lornsword Winter Chronicle
Looterkings x 2
Lucius III
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Master Spy Deluxe Edition
Max Payne 3 (Rockstar Key)
Men of War
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
Naruto To Boruto: Shinobi Striker
Neverinth
The Nightmare Cooperative x 2
The Night of the Rabbit
No Time To Explain Remastered x 2
Numba Deluxe
Orbital Racer
OUT OF THE BOX
Overruled!
Pang Adventures
Papo & Yo
Parkan 2
Party Hard
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind x 3
Persian Nights: Sands of Wonders
Pesterquest
Pikuniku
Pinball FX3 – Marvel Pinball – Heavy Hitters
Pinball FX3 – Star Wars Pinball Original Pack
PixelJunk™ Monsters Ultimate + Shooter Bundle x 2
Planet Alacatraz
Planet Zoo
Point Perfect
Popup Dungeon
Prank Call
Prehistoric Tales
Project Warlock
Quantum Replica
Recovery Search and Rescue Simulation
Ring of Pain
Rogue Heroes: Regions of Tasos
Rustler
Secret Neighbor
Seum: Speedrunners from Hell
Severed Steel
Shadow Tactics Blades of the Shogun Aiko's Choice Standalone Expansion
ShellBlast: Legacy Edition
Shutshimi
The Signal From Tolva
Sin Slayers
SKYHILL
Smoke and Sacrifice
Sorcery! Part 4
Soulblight
SPACECOM
Spirit Hunter: Death Mark
Spirit Hunter: NG
Spirits of Metropolis: Legacy Edition
Star Bound
Star Wars Squadrons (Origin)
STAR WARS Jedi Knight II – Jedi Outcast
STAR WARS Knights of the Old Republic
STAR WARS Knights of the Old Republic II – The Sith Lords
STAR WARS – The Force Unleashed Ultimate Sith Edition
Star Wolves 3: Civil War
Streets of Fury EX
Subdivision Infinity DX
Sunset Overdrive
Supreme Ruler: Cold War
System Shock Enhanced Edition
The Textorcist: The Story of Ray Bibbia
This War of Mine
Throne of Lies: Medieval Politics
Torchlight
Tooth and Tail
Toybox Turbos x 2
Tower 57
Tropico 4: Collector's Bundle
Unmemory
The USB Stick Found in the Grass
Vane
Verdant Skies
Virgo Versus the Zodiac
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius – Relics of War
Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf
Wasteland 3
When Ski Lifts Go Wrong
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine
White Day: A Labyrinth Named School
White Night
The Witcher Enhanced Edition Steam Gift
Wolfenstein: The New Order
Wounded – The Beginning
Yoku's Island Express
Zombie Party
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2023.03.29 02:10 macmartijp14 [H] Over 200 Games Including Biomutant, Doom Eternal, Wasteland 3 Wolfenstein The New Order, Severed Steel, Just Cause 4 Ultimate Edition, and Much More [W] Scary Games To Play in the Dark / Wishlist/ Offers / Lists

US based, but games are not region locked. Just looking for games not paypal or TF2 keys.
IGS Flair: https://old.reddit.com/IGSRep/comments/lq221x/macmartijp14s_igs_rep_page/?
SGS Flair 30 + Confirmed Trades
Wishlist
Specifically looking for Mortuary Assistant, Blackout Club, Us and Them and SCP 5k from Scary Games to Play in the dark Bundle. I am open to other game offers as well.
Thank you and happy trading!

Games I have:
112 Operator
Aarklash: Legacy
The Amazing American Circus
American Fugitive
Amnesia: Rebirth
Amnesia: The Dark Descent + Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs:
A New Beginning – The Final Cut
Anomaly Complete Pack
Anomaly: Warzone Earth
Arcana Heart 3 LOVE MAX!!!!!
Automachef
The Battle of Polytopia
Beyond Eyes
Biomutant
Black Moon Chronicles
Blasphemous
Bomb the Monsters
Book of Demons
Broken Age:
Brothers: A tale of Two Sons
Call of Juarez: Gunslinger
CastleStorm
Chicago 1930: The Prohibition
Chris Sawyer's Locomotion
Cities In Motion 2
Cobi Treasure Deluxe
Cobra Kai The Karate Kid Saga Continues
Commandos 2 Men of Courage
Conarium
Creepy Tale
Crewsaders
Crush Your Enemies
Crying Suns
Cultures - 8th Wonder of the World
The Curse of Zigoris
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope
Deadly Days
Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
Death to Spies
Deceased
Deus Ex: Invisible War:
Doom Eternal
Drawful 2
Dreadout
Driftland: The Magic Revival
Drive!Drive!Drive!
Due Process
Encased
Encodya (gog.com)
Endless Space 2
Eldest Souls
E-Sports Life Tycoon
Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered
Fallen
Fallout 1
Fallout 76
Fallout New Vegas
First Class Trouble
Fling to the Finish
Full Throttle Remastered
Gift of Parathax
Going Under
Gone Home + Original Soundtrack
Gravity Wars
greenTech+ Legacy Edition
Grid Ultimate Edition
Grip Combat Racing + 4dlc
Grip Combat Racing
Guts N' Glory
Hero of the Kingdom: The Lost Tales 1
Hero's Hour
Hexologic
Hob
The Indie Mixtape
Iron Danger
Jane Angel: Templar Mystery
Jotun Valhalla Edition
Just Cause 4 Ultimate Edition
Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning – Fate Edition
King Oddball
King's Bounty: Warriors of the North
Koala Kids
Laserlife
Last Word
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2
Legion TD 2 – Multiplayer Tower Defense
Leisure Suit Larry 7 – Love for Sail
Liberated (GOG)
The Light Keeps Us Safe
The Long Dark
Lornsword Winter Chronicle
Looterkings x 2
Lucius III
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Master Spy Deluxe Edition
Max Payne 3 (Rockstar Key)
Men of War
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
Naruto To Boruto: Shinobi Striker
Neverinth
The Nightmare Cooperative x 2
The Night of the Rabbit
No Time To Explain Remastered x 2
Numba Deluxe
Orbital Racer
OUT OF THE BOX
Overruled!
Pang Adventures
Papo & Yo
Parkan 2
Party Hard
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind x 3
Persian Nights: Sands of Wonders
Pesterquest
Pikuniku
Pinball FX3 – Marvel Pinball – Heavy Hitters
Pinball FX3 – Star Wars Pinball Original Pack
PixelJunk™ Monsters Ultimate + Shooter Bundle x 2
Planet Alacatraz
Planet Zoo
Point Perfect
Popup Dungeon
Prank Call
Prehistoric Tales
Project Warlock
Quantum Replica
Recovery Search and Rescue Simulation
Ring of Pain
Rogue Heroes: Regions of Tasos
Rustler
Secret Neighbor
Seum: Speedrunners from Hell
Severed Steel
Shadow Tactics Blades of the Shogun Aiko's Choice Standalone Expansion
ShellBlast: Legacy Edition
Shutshimi
The Signal From Tolva
Sin Slayers
SKYHILL
Smoke and Sacrifice
Sorcery! Part 4
Soulblight
SPACECOM
Spirit Hunter: Death Mark
Spirit Hunter: NG
Spirits of Metropolis: Legacy Edition
Star Bound
Star Wars Squadrons (Origin)
STAR WARS Jedi Knight II – Jedi Outcast
STAR WARS Knights of the Old Republic
STAR WARS Knights of the Old Republic II – The Sith Lords
STAR WARS – The Force Unleashed Ultimate Sith Edition
Star Wolves 3: Civil War
Streets of Fury EX
Subdivision Infinity DX
Sunset Overdrive
Supreme Ruler: Cold War
System Shock Enhanced Edition
The Textorcist: The Story of Ray Bibbia
This War of Mine
Throne of Lies: Medieval Politics
Torchlight
Tooth and Tail
Toybox Turbos x 2
Tower 57
Tropico 4: Collector's Bundle
Unmemory
The USB Stick Found in the Grass
Vane
Verdant Skies
Virgo Versus the Zodiac
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius – Relics of War
Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf
Wasteland 3
When Ski Lifts Go Wrong
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine
White Day: A Labyrinth Named School
White Night
The Witcher Enhanced Edition Steam Gift
Wolfenstein: The New Order
Wounded – The Beginning
Yoku's Island Express
Zombie Party
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2023.03.29 02:08 NMSCBA yuor mass shotter is: damn wojak

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2023.03.29 02:05 red-0405 27 [M4F] SOMEONE BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT

Once upon a time, there was a tall, nerd, and not-much attractive guy pero pwede na who woke up one morning, looked at the sky, and thought, "Well, this sucks." He knew there was only one solution - to turn to the all-knowing oracle of modern dating: T̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ Reddit lol.
With his trusty cup of coffee in hand, he set out to find someone who shared his thirst for knowledge, someone who could keep up with his nerdy quirks, and someone who he could eventually take on 'friendly' dates (whatever that means). He wasn't in a rush to jump into anything too serious too soon, but he knew that someday, he wanted to find someone he could build a meaningful and caring relationship with.
So if you're a fellow lover of coffee, learning, and all things nerdy, this tall drink of water might just be the partner in crime you've been looking for. Dating at times feel like a job hunt doesn't it? So I thought it’d be fun to write it in a mock format just like a resume! LOL

About me

An old soul as older people I spoke with would say, into business and investments, frustrated law student, can drive a fucking 10 wheeler truck, no ex issues or sabit, can provide a certificate of no relationship (kahit wala naman nun haha).

Here's a list of my favorites:

Movies/Series Music Places Activities Books
Godfather Radiohead Paris (not yet) Cycling The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday
Sherlock Eraserheads Coffee Shops Painting How to Win Friends & Influence People
Castaway Chicago Cebu Roadtrips Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
Forrest Gump Ebe Dancel Japan Diving Start with Why by Simon Sinek
Homeland Urbandub Rome (not yet) Piano Atomic Habits by James Clear
Before Sunset Frederic Chopin Canada Travelling How to think like a Roman Emperor
The Office Eminem New York (not yet) Cooking Letters from Stoic
Big Bang Theory Dr. Dre Maldives (not yet) Film & Photography 48 Laws of Power
Breaking Bad Elton John Marrakesh (not yet) Badminton The Intelligent Investor

Pros:

My preference:

Let's take a break from stressing over the mundane and focus on the important stuff - like what will make us happy for the rest of our lives! Share your thoughts on how we can achieve that and let's get this happiness train moving! Oh, and if you're curious let’s exchange photos first!
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2023.03.29 01:56 PepperAntique Wait, is this just GATE? (337/?)

Previous
Writer's note: Hey. Veliry's getting in on the big change train too. Hell yeah.
Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Alright. This is Eastport." Tanier said as the ship pulled up to the tower at the end of the wall around the small port city, far to the south of Jadesport.
The three guards, wearing rather slobby Petravian guard uniforms, were clearly unsure of what to do at the sight of a flying ship. They were even more unsure of what to do at the sight of Amina in her armored General's uniform. She'd only put it on because she knew that the unexpected arrival would upset the local garrison. Especially with the ship flying Vatrian heraldry.
One of the guards remembered what they were supposed to do, and stood ramrod straight while saluting. The other two looked at him and then matched suite.
"Relax." Amina said as she returned the salute. "Have you already sent a runner?"
"Ye-Yes General." The one that saluted first replied.
As if on cue an overweight, scruffily bearded, guard captain came rushing up the stairs on the wall and approached them. He was still fastening his leather chest armor in place, and had his tabbard in hand to place over it.
Amina watched the man approach with a raised eyebrow. James stood a few steps behind her, still on the gangplank and winced. He'd seen disgraced NCO's that had responded to unexpected visits from command in similar fashion back on Earth.
"General!" He said with a hasty salute that Amina returned quickly.
"You're the commander of the port garrison?" She asked.
"Aye ma'am." He replied as he finished struggling with the last strap on his chest.
"Well." She said, choosing to ignore the sloppiness, though James knew she was going to fume over it later. "You can relax Captain......." She tilted her head and waved her hand, gesturing for him to tell her his name.
"Garibald ma'am." He said after a moment of confusion.
"Captain Garibald." She said with fake satisfaction. "Relax Captain Garibald. I only donned my uniform so you would know who I am. I'm currently on my post wedding trip. I'm sure news has reached here by now. I'm off duty."
The four guards visibly relaxed and James cringed a bit. That was one of the oldest officer tricks in the book.
Amina continued. "Let the people of the town know that nothing worth worrying about is occurring." She said. "My sister and her husband the ambassador are simply dropping us off. They'll be returning to the Vatrian Empire as soon as they have a chance to resupply."
"That's good to know ma'am." Garibald said. "We were worried that maybe we were under attack. Don't know how we would've fought a damn flying ship."
Amina's smile faker than a three dollar bill back on Earth.
"Well." She said icily. "You should have a wing of griffins." Garibald was about to reply, but she cut him off. "Go calm down the townsfolk Captain." She said with a note of finality that even the incompetent captain could pick up on.
"Aye ma'am." He replied with another salute before quickly running back down the stairs. He tried to put the last piece of his uniform on and almost fell down the stairs as a result.
She turned back to the other three soldiers, all of whom were clearly uncomfortable.
"Heads up men." She said as she let out a deep sigh. "Keep your uniforms straight and you might just be in for a promotion soon enough. Now, if you don't mind, is there a better place for us to tie this thing off?" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the flying ship.
The one who had saluted first pointed at a large landing pad across the docks that was clearly made for dragons and other flying creatures.
"The Drakrid landing pad has some tie downs and they have some resting stands for some of their larger beasts." He said somewhat uncertainly.
"Oh yeah." James said. "Some of them dragons and Wyrms struggle to land on the ground if they're big enough or too old. I should be able to get them to roll a set out." He nodded at Amina as she looked back at him. "Give me a few minutes."
To the surprise and awe of the three remaining soldiers, James simply stepped off the gangplank and into the air.
A loud whooshing noise emanated from him only a split second later as his jets kicked in and carried him over to the dock in question.
Amina calmly pointed at the soldier that had been first to salute, and answer the questions.
"Thank you......" She said, once again signalling for a name.
"Mien, Ma'am." He replied.
"Mien." She said. "You're in the lead."
Then she turned back and walked up the plank.
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"Oh god." Five said as she slowly walked down the stairs, holding Brin's hand for support. "It is so weird to feel scared of a person."
"Oh. Well. That's life now dear." Brin said with a pat of the former muck marcher's hand. "Downside of being part prey animal. Careful of the steps. We might be good at falling, but it's still unpleasant."
"Sorry about the scare." Vickers said. "Didn't think of how the new instincts would react to seeing me."
"All good chief." She said. "I'm still not over the whole 'having all four limbs again' thing." She flexed her two, somewhat short, arms for emphasis. "Oh, and the not being dead part. All the other stuff is just details."
Driscoll stood up at the sight of his teammate coming down the stairs. He did it a bit too suddenly, having only woken up a few hours before her and still not being adjusted yet, and he almost teetered over. He was going to have to relearn balance now that he didn't have a couple dozen strategically placed stabilizers doing it for him anymore. De'Lius caught him with a single massive hand and gave him a moment to steady himself.
"Boss?" She said as she saw him in the plain white robes that they were both wearing, each set tailored to MOSTLY match their forms.
"Yeah." He replied with a smile. She cringed back at the sight of it and he realized that the squirrel part of her brain was reacting to his new appearance. "Sorry." He said as he quickly covered his mouth with his hands. "Bout time you made it."
She shook her head, and lightly smacked her temple with one of her hands.
"No need to apologize." She said as she took in the room full of predator were-folk in front of her with large, concerned, squirrel eyes. "Gonna have to get used to that."
When she finally reached the bottom of the steps, her legs wobbling a bit from the strain, the two of them embraced in a quick hug. She barely reached his chest, only having gained an inch or two compared to her prior armored form, whereas he was closer to seven feet tall now. Then, thanks to old reflexes, he tapped his knuckles on her forehead. She reached to do the same, but came up short. It was a greeting unique to their, now former, kind.
"I am glad to see that you both survived the conversion." Commander De'Lius said with a slight nod. "And more importantly, that you did so with your sanity intact."
"Admittedly." Five replied. "The last part was a close call. That... sucked."
The commander nodded again. Then he turned to Vickers. "Well. With that all confirmed my obligation here is at an end Mister Vickers. The rest is up to you, Mrs. Brin, and Priest Denaria. I will take my leave." He made to walk out the door, then paused. "And if you see my daughter. Tell her to pay a visit every now and then."
"Will do." Vickers said. Then the two men nodded at each other, and the massive wolf stepped out into the night beyond. Vickers turned back. "Alright guys. It's...." he looked at his tablet for a moment. "roughly eleven pm. Let's let our guests head home for the night while we bunk down. First night is in the same room you changed in."
"Why?" Driscoll asked.
"Silver lining is still in place." Vickers replied. "Your body is still finishing up with the final touches on your transformation. Plus some of your new instincts might cause you to have adverse reactions to your um... Well let's just call it what it is: PTSD."
Denaria cocked an eyebrow at that. Brin didn't even seem to be paying much attention.
"What is that?" The unsettling were-fox asked curiously.
"A term from our world. A problem warriors tend to have if they've been in enough battles." Five replied promptly. "And I hadn't thought of how being part scaredy-squirrel might affect that."
"Ah." The priest said simply. "Well. It is late. I should check in with my temple before I retire. Lady Brin, do you require an escort home?" He asked with an offered arm.
"Oh no." She said with a smile. "I live the opposite way from the new temple of warmth. And only about half a mile. I'll be there in only a few moments."
"Then, like the commander, I shall take my leave as well." The tall fox said. He was out the door before any of them could even say anything.
"Anyone else profoundly creeped out by that man?" Brin asked a few moments later with mock cheeriness. "Or is that just me?"
"I think that's everyone." Five replied easily. "Though it could just be the squirrel in us."
"It's not." Vickers and Driscoll replied in accidental unison. They looked at each other curiously for a moment.
"Well alright then." Brin said with a smile. She hugged Five. "Welcome to the folk." She said happily. Then hugged Driscoll and Vickers as well. Then as she neared the door she pulled a small knife out of one of the pockets of her overalls. "I'm going to try not to fall prey to whatever HE might be up to out there." She said, still cheery as ever. "I'll see you lot in the morning."
Then she was out the door too.
"Are all of the.... were-folk... weird?" Driscoll asked as he slumped down onto an end table. "God having legs is tiring."
"I'm a were-jaguar AND... a SEAL." Vickers said. "Who punches people with ice fists. I don't think I'm a good measure of normal, per se."
"He's got a point." Five said. "Say, is there any food? Mrs. Brin gave me some. But I am starving."
"Same." Driscoll admitted.
"Welcome to ridiculous metabolisms." Vickers said as he moved toward the closet with the bottomless bags full of food for each of them.
And welcome to babysitting. He thought to himself. Again.
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Focus. Veliry thought as she stared at the target dummy across her room. You've used this spell since you were ten. You can do this.
She felt the energy move through her body. No matter what she did. No matter what she pulled it from. Whether the warmth of the air, the motion of the wind outside, the movement of all the living bodies in the castle, or even the light of the sun outside her windows, it always did the same new thing.
The healers explanation of it made sense. But it still threw off her ability to control the flow of the energy within herself. She was effectively being forced to remap the flow of magic as it moved through her. And as her unborn child drew some of it into itself.
Luckily there HADN'T been any changes to that flow. Not even when she drew in more.
It just made focusing on her casts almost impossible. Made the use of the energy that managed to get past the child difficult. Difficult to route. Difficult to obtain enough to be useful. She only hoped it would go back to normal once she finally managed to give birth.
Come on little one. She thought pleadingly. Let me have enough to use.
She drew in more, pulling from several of the power sources she'd gathered in her lab. The large shard of elemental obsidian she'd poured energy into for weeks at a time, pouring a trickle into it each time she walked past it. So often that she'd practically done it without thinking before the shard had lit up red, marking it as being almost at capacity. The heart of a great sea serpent that had been slain by an enchanted harpoon and still beat within the jar it was stored in. She used it for any enchantment that needed a cooling effect, as she had never been good at ice magic. She pulled from one of the massive "Car Batteries" that she'd managed to salvage from a MIFFY that had been destroyed in the desert. That energy had always made her senses tingle whenever she drew it in, and it did now.
She felt all of that energy draw in, route down to her abdomen even if it was already in the pointing hand to begin with, then back to the hand.
COME ON!
A small, green spark emitted from the pointed finger.
DO IT!
Another spark, this one leaping in an arc to her cocked thumb.
"COME ON YOU BITCH!" She said to herself. "SHOOT A FUCKING BOLT!"
She focused everything on that finger, and felt the energy surge through her like a wave.
A wave that started in her midsection.
There was a noise so loud and so all encompassing that it was hard to tell what it was.
A torrent of lightning bolts, bluish-green like they had always been, but remarkably bright compared to their former inky darkness, sprayed from her pointing finger tip. They spread out in a massive cone so dense that it was almost a solid object.
And... they pushed her back.
Even the largest firearm she'd made, which James had quickly told her to tone down and refine with several upgrade suggestions, hadn't kicked like this spell did. She braced her arm with the other, non-casting, hand and felt herself being pushed across the lab until she slammed into one of her desks. Then the recoil continued pushing, forcing her to bend over backwards as she struggled to control where she was pointing.
"What the fu-" She tried to ask.
Then it stopped. It was as if someone had simply... shut it off. One second she had been struggling to even stay standing and aiming at the dummy from the force of the mass of death bolt energy she'd been shooting forward in a solid beam. Then her hand was simply pointing, with nothing coming out of it.
And the energy in her body was back to a normal, passive level.
She'd been trying to get it to that level. But something inside her had been feeding it in a seemingly nonstop upward charge. Then the upward charge had just... cut off.
She was standing, still bent backwards over the desk, wondering what had just happened, and trying to read the magical energy still lingering in the air from the spell.
Then she noticed how green the light in the room seemed.
She looked down from the ceiling to where the dummy was.
And she saw a veritable rain forest of plant life, illuminated by the small window nearby.
"What?" She asked nobody, since nobody was there.
The dummy, the wall behind the dummy, a little bit of the ceiling, and one hanging lantern that was nearby, were all coated in plant life. Lichens, vines, flowers, branches, and weeds of all kind and color were growing from them as if they had always been there. Even the glass of the window had some grass growing sideways out of it.
She looked down at her finger curiously, then tried to look up at her new antlers. Naturally they remained out of view, so she reached up and touched them.
And found that they were warm to the touch. In fact, they were almost hot.
"Oooooh." She said as she realized one of the problems with her magical abilities. "That's a bit of a problem."
Then she looked down at her belly and placed a hand on it.
"And don't think I didn't notice your part in that." She said. "We're gonna have to talk about that." She tilted her head a bit. "Whenever... you are capable of talking."
Then she began running out of her lab and towards Marcos's tower.
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2023.03.29 01:54 Louie-dabooty-Hanson [M4A] 18+ Vampire cat-and-mouse story.

Hey! My name Louie and I’ve been dying to write a vampire story with elements of psychological thriller.
The synopsis so far:
Whispering Springs, New York.
The second story of Miracle Medical Center is home to a behavioral health unit which offers compassionate, short term care from cases all over the state. Lately, something has changed. Rumors of a serial killer has caused an uproar among everyone and a strange new admit. has left everyone on edge…
Feel free to pitch out any ideas you have! I’m looking to have many characters involved in this story. All that I ask is that you be 18+ and willing to contribute your personal flair to the story. I value partnership and input.
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2023.03.29 01:52 PepperAntique Wait, is this just GATE? (337/?)

Previous / First
Writer's note: Hey. Veliry's getting in on the big change train too. Hell yeah.
Enjoy.
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"Alright. This is Eastport." Tanier said as the ship pulled up to the tower at the end of the wall around the small port city, far to the south of Jadesport.
The three guards, wearing rather slobby Petravian guard uniforms, were clearly unsure of what to do at the sight of a flying ship. They were even more unsure of what to do at the sight of Amina in her armored General's uniform. She'd only put it on because she knew that the unexpected arrival would upset the local garrison. Especially with the ship flying Vatrian heraldry.
One of the guards remembered what they were supposed to do, and stood ramrod straight while saluting. The other two looked at him and then matched suite.
"Relax." Amina said as she returned the salute. "Have you already sent a runner?"
"Ye-Yes General." The one that saluted first replied.
As if on cue an overweight, scruffily bearded, guard captain came rushing up the stairs on the wall and approached them. He was still fastening his leather chest armor in place, and had his tabbard in hand to place over it.
Amina watched the man approach with a raised eyebrow. James stood a few steps behind her, still on the gangplank and winced. He'd seen disgraced NCO's that had responded to unexpected visits from command in similar fashion back on Earth.
"General!" He said with a hasty salute that Amina returned quickly.
"You're the commander of the port garrison?" She asked.
"Aye ma'am." He replied as he finished struggling with the last strap on his chest.
"Well." She said, choosing to ignore the sloppiness, though James knew she was going to fume over it later. "You can relax Captain......." She tilted her head and waved her hand, gesturing for him to tell her his name.
"Garibald ma'am." He said after a moment of confusion.
"Captain Garibald." She said with fake satisfaction. "Relax Captain Garibald. I only donned my uniform so you would know who I am. I'm currently on my post wedding trip. I'm sure news has reached here by now. I'm off duty."
The four guards visibly relaxed and James cringed a bit. That was one of the oldest officer tricks in the book.
Amina continued. "Let the people of the town know that nothing worth worrying about is occurring." She said. "My sister and her husband the ambassador are simply dropping us off. They'll be returning to the Vatrian Empire as soon as they have a chance to resupply."
"That's good to know ma'am." Garibald said. "We were worried that maybe we were under attack. Don't know how we would've fought a damn flying ship."
Amina's smile faker than a three dollar bill back on Earth.
"Well." She said icily. "You should have a wing of griffins." Garibald was about to reply, but she cut him off. "Go calm down the townsfolk Captain." She said with a note of finality that even the incompetent captain could pick up on.
"Aye ma'am." He replied with another salute before quickly running back down the stairs. He tried to put the last piece of his uniform on and almost fell down the stairs as a result.
She turned back to the other three soldiers, all of whom were clearly uncomfortable.
"Heads up men." She said as she let out a deep sigh. "Keep your uniforms straight and you might just be in for a promotion soon enough. Now, if you don't mind, is there a better place for us to tie this thing off?" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the flying ship.
The one who had saluted first pointed at a large landing pad across the docks that was clearly made for dragons and other flying creatures.
"The Drakrid landing pad has some tie downs and they have some resting stands for some of their larger beasts." He said somewhat uncertainly.
"Oh yeah." James said. "Some of them dragons and Wyrms struggle to land on the ground if they're big enough or too old. I should be able to get them to roll a set out." He nodded at Amina as she looked back at him. "Give me a few minutes."
To the surprise and awe of the three remaining soldiers, James simply stepped off the gangplank and into the air.
A loud whooshing noise emanated from him only a split second later as his jets kicked in and carried him over to the dock in question.
Amina calmly pointed at the soldier that had been first to salute, and answer the questions.
"Thank you......" She said, once again signalling for a name.
"Mien, Ma'am." He replied.
"Mien." She said. "You're in the lead."
Then she turned back and walked up the plank.
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"Oh god." Five said as she slowly walked down the stairs, holding Brin's hand for support. "It is so weird to feel scared of a person."
"Oh. Well. That's life now dear." Brin said with a pat of the former muck marcher's hand. "Downside of being part prey animal. Careful of the steps. We might be good at falling, but it's still unpleasant."
"Sorry about the scare." Vickers said. "Didn't think of how the new instincts would react to seeing me."
"All good chief." She said. "I'm still not over the whole 'having all four limbs again' thing." She flexed her two, somewhat short, arms for emphasis. "Oh, and the not being dead part. All the other stuff is just details."
Driscoll stood up at the sight of his teammate coming down the stairs. He did it a bit too suddenly, having only woken up a few hours before her and still not being adjusted yet, and he almost teetered over. He was going to have to relearn balance now that he didn't have a couple dozen strategically placed stabilizers doing it for him anymore. De'Lius caught him with a single massive hand and gave him a moment to steady himself.
"Boss?" She said as she saw him in the plain white robes that they were both wearing, each set tailored to MOSTLY match their forms.
"Yeah." He replied with a smile. She cringed back at the sight of it and he realized that the squirrel part of her brain was reacting to his new appearance. "Sorry." He said as he quickly covered his mouth with his hands. "Bout time you made it."
She shook her head, and lightly smacked her temple with one of her hands.
"No need to apologize." She said as she took in the room full of predator were-folk in front of her with large, concerned, squirrel eyes. "Gonna have to get used to that."
When she finally reached the bottom of the steps, her legs wobbling a bit from the strain, the two of them embraced in a quick hug. She barely reached his chest, only having gained an inch or two compared to her prior armored form, whereas he was closer to seven feet tall now. Then, thanks to old reflexes, he tapped his knuckles on her forehead. She reached to do the same, but came up short. It was a greeting unique to their, now former, kind.
"I am glad to see that you both survived the conversion." Commander De'Lius said with a slight nod. "And more importantly, that you did so with your sanity intact."
"Admittedly." Five replied. "The last part was a close call. That... sucked."
The commander nodded again. Then he turned to Vickers. "Well. With that all confirmed my obligation here is at an end Mister Vickers. The rest is up to you, Mrs. Brin, and Priest Denaria. I will take my leave." He made to walk out the door, then paused. "And if you see my daughter. Tell her to pay a visit every now and then."
"Will do." Vickers said. Then the two men nodded at each other, and the massive wolf stepped out into the night beyond. Vickers turned back. "Alright guys. It's...." he looked at his tablet for a moment. "roughly eleven pm. Let's let our guests head home for the night while we bunk down. First night is in the same room you changed in."
"Why?" Driscoll asked.
"Silver lining is still in place." Vickers replied. "Your body is still finishing up with the final touches on your transformation. Plus some of your new instincts might cause you to have adverse reactions to your um... Well let's just call it what it is: PTSD."
Denaria cocked an eyebrow at that. Brin didn't even seem to be paying much attention.
"What is that?" The unsettling were-fox asked curiously.
"A term from our world. A problem warriors tend to have if they've been in enough battles." Five replied promptly. "And I hadn't thought of how being part scaredy-squirrel might affect that."
"Ah." The priest said simply. "Well. It is late. I should check in with my temple before I retire. Lady Brin, do you require an escort home?" He asked with an offered arm.
"Oh no." She said with a smile. "I live the opposite way from the new temple of warmth. And only about half a mile. I'll be there in only a few moments."
"Then, like the commander, I shall take my leave as well." The tall fox said. He was out the door before any of them could even say anything.
"Anyone else profoundly creeped out by that man?" Brin asked a few moments later with mock cheeriness. "Or is that just me?"
"I think that's everyone." Five replied easily. "Though it could just be the squirrel in us."
"It's not." Vickers and Driscoll replied in accidental unison. They looked at each other curiously for a moment.
"Well alright then." Brin said with a smile. She hugged Five. "Welcome to the folk." She said happily. Then hugged Driscoll and Vickers as well. Then as she neared the door she pulled a small knife out of one of the pockets of her overalls. "I'm going to try not to fall prey to whatever HE might be up to out there." She said, still cheery as ever. "I'll see you lot in the morning."
Then she was out the door too.
"Are all of the.... were-folk... weird?" Driscoll asked as he slumped down onto an end table. "God having legs is tiring."
"I'm a were-jaguar AND... a SEAL." Vickers said. "Who punches people with ice fists. I don't think I'm a good measure of normal, per se."
"He's got a point." Five said. "Say, is there any food? Mrs. Brin gave me some. But I am starving."
"Same." Driscoll admitted.
"Welcome to ridiculous metabolisms." Vickers said as he moved toward the closet with the bottomless bags full of food for each of them.
And welcome to babysitting. He thought to himself. Again.
------------------------
Focus. Veliry thought as she stared at the target dummy across her room. You've used this spell since you were ten. You can do this.
She felt the energy move through her body. No matter what she did. No matter what she pulled it from. Whether the warmth of the air, the motion of the wind outside, the movement of all the living bodies in the castle, or even the light of the sun outside her windows, it always did the same new thing.
The healers explanation of it made sense. But it still threw off her ability to control the flow of the energy within herself. She was effectively being forced to remap the flow of magic as it moved through her. And as her unborn child drew some of it into itself.
Luckily there HADN'T been any changes to that flow. Not even when she drew in more.
It just made focusing on her casts almost impossible. Made the use of the energy that managed to get past the child difficult. Difficult to route. Difficult to obtain enough to be useful. She only hoped it would go back to normal once she finally managed to give birth.
Come on little one. She thought pleadingly. Let me have enough to use.
She drew in more, pulling from several of the power sources she'd gathered in her lab. The large shard of elemental obsidian she'd poured energy into for weeks at a time, pouring a trickle into it each time she walked past it. So often that she'd practically done it without thinking before the shard had lit up red, marking it as being almost at capacity. The heart of a great sea serpent that had been slain by an enchanted harpoon and still beat within the jar it was stored in. She used it for any enchantment that needed a cooling effect, as she had never been good at ice magic. She pulled from one of the massive "Car Batteries" that she'd managed to salvage from a MIFFY that had been destroyed in the desert. That energy had always made her senses tingle whenever she drew it in, and it did now.
She felt all of that energy draw in, route down to her abdomen even if it was already in the pointing hand to begin with, then back to the hand.
COME ON!
A small, green spark emitted from the pointed finger.
DO IT!
Another spark, this one leaping in an arc to her cocked thumb.
"COME ON YOU BITCH!" She said to herself. "SHOOT A FUCKING BOLT!"
She focused everything on that finger, and felt the energy surge through her like a wave.
A wave that started in her midsection.
There was a noise so loud and so all encompassing that it was hard to tell what it was.
A torrent of lightning bolts, bluish-green like they had always been, but remarkably bright compared to their former inky darkness, sprayed from her pointing finger tip. They spread out in a massive cone so dense that it was almost a solid object.
And... they pushed her back.
Even the largest firearm she'd made, which James had quickly told her to tone down and refine with several upgrade suggestions, hadn't kicked like this spell did. She braced her arm with the other, non-casting, hand and felt herself being pushed across the lab until she slammed into one of her desks. Then the recoil continued pushing, forcing her to bend over backwards as she struggled to control where she was pointing.
"What the fu-" She tried to ask.
Then it stopped. It was as if someone had simply... shut it off. One second she had been struggling to even stay standing and aiming at the dummy from the force of the mass of death bolt energy she'd been shooting forward in a solid beam. Then her hand was simply pointing, with nothing coming out of it.
And the energy in her body was back to a normal, passive level.
She'd been trying to get it to that level. But something inside her had been feeding it in a seemingly nonstop upward charge. Then the upward charge had just... cut off.
She was standing, still bent backwards over the desk, wondering what had just happened, and trying to read the magical energy still lingering in the air from the spell.
Then she noticed how green the light in the room seemed.
She looked down from the ceiling to where the dummy was.
And she saw a veritable rain forest of plant life, illuminated by the small window nearby.
"What?" She asked nobody, since nobody was there.
The dummy, the wall behind the dummy, a little bit of the ceiling, and one hanging lantern that was nearby, were all coated in plant life. Lichens, vines, flowers, branches, and weeds of all kind and color were growing from them as if they had always been there. Even the glass of the window had some grass growing sideways out of it.
She looked down at her finger curiously, then tried to look up at her new antlers. Naturally they remained out of view, so she reached up and touched them.
And found that they were warm to the touch. In fact, they were almost hot.
"Oooooh." She said as she realized one of the problems with her magical abilities. "That's a bit of a problem."
Then she looked down at her belly and placed a hand on it.
"And don't think I didn't notice your part in that." She said. "We're gonna have to talk about that." She tilted her head a bit. "Whenever... you are capable of talking."
Then she began running out of her lab and towards Marcos's tower.
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2023.03.29 01:49 LennyTheAwesome The names of the Brain Attack creatures

Hi, guys. I have been curious about the Makuhero Planet animals that were mind-controlled by the Brains in Hero Factory's 2013 story arc. Basically, I would like to know the names for the creatures' species. The creatures are:
  1. Pyrox and his species that are fiery bulls who live in volcanoes.
  2. Scarox and his species of gold beetles who live in deserts.
  3. Bruizer and his species of tall, rocky ape-like creatures who eat crystals and live on mountains.
  4. Ogrum and his species of tall, green ogre-like and ape-like creatures that eat mushrooms and live in jungles.
  5. Aquagon and his species of yellow creatures that look like a mix of fish and apes, and they also look kind of like goblins. They live in an ocean and are apparently amphibious.
  6. Frost Beast and his species of tall, white yeti-like and ape-like creatures with claws that live in snowy plains.
  7. Dragon Bolt and his species of big, blue dragon-like creatures that shoot electric blasts from their mouths. They live in a jungle.
According to that guidebook called Hero Factory Face Off: Makuro's Secret Guidebook, Scarox's species were called "Dune Crawlers", but what about the other six species? I got the book, but when I moved to a new house, it was misplaced somewhere, and I am having a hard time finding it. I hope I didn't lose it. If anyone has his or her own book, could you please tell em the names? If the book doesn't have the names for the six species, I guess I would make up the names of my own. I would call:
  1. Pyrox's species as "Lava Bulls".
  2. Bruizer's species as "Rock Feeders".
  3. Ogrum's species as "Plant Ogres".
  4. Aquagon's species as "Sea Goblins".
  5. Frost Beast's species as "Claw Yetis".
  6. Dragon Bolt's species as "Lightning Dragons".
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